Influenc.Her.

He bleeds honesty. So.

She keeps a knife in his chest.

Penetrates his flesh.

He cries integrity, so she keeps his tears fresh.

She’d mention she has good intentions.

Encouraging him to be his best.

Connected to him through his weakness and pain.

She knew it was possible to make someone change.

Somewhere between the hurt of her last broken heart and gathering the will to restart, she picked up a piece of knowledge to which she held firm:

They will only learn if it burns.

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A Simple Tune.

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 You’d say its a shame you could only gaze at it before bed… Made no sense in my head.

Our bedroom had a view of the moon… magic hours were between 10 and 2. Lost on me, but for some reason it always enhanced your mood. Never truly understood you. You would hum, and I can’t say I cared for the simple tune… never ended too soon.

We’d wake up and race each other to the bathroom.

I win.

With toothpaste slathered across your grin; we’d stare at each others’ reflection as we brushed our teeth. You had more time than me to get ready, so your face in my space bothered me…

Compromised on the water temperature as we showered together. I’d long for more heat… even just a few degrees. You’d pick out my clothes. I began to forget what I’d bought on my own… Kiss each other goodbye. Relieved to have space for just a moment of time. Send me texts while I’d catch my breath between meetings… How could you miss me already? Race each other home. Loser cooks dinner.

I win.

Then fill me in on your day. How much could have happened while I was away? Laugh too hard when I’d tell you about that awkward reception lady in grey. A glass of wine? Red- doesn’t matter the kind. Watch a movie and unwind. I’ll loosen my tie. Race each other to the bedroom.

I win.

Spin and undress each other, and then dress in each other. Combine. Intertwine like the fresh juice of a lemon and lime.

 


The memory of you has been long gone. An uneven match never prone to make it past dawn. In my old age, I lay here in bed while my wife reads in the other room.

It is a quarter ’til 2. I lay here and hum a simple tune as I stare at the moon. Knowing somewhere out there… you are too.

You win.

 

Break.

I know I need to leave you,

But how does one split the moon?

How can you separate the dirt from the wind in a monsoon?

You were me and I was you. Always one. Never two.

The time will come soon,

The great divide of one of a kind.

A masterpiece awoken and burned alive.

Inside, it evokes a feeling much like peeling apart the bones of my spine.

Inevitably interrupting the design of my mind.

Disrupting the rhyme on the two and four.

Won’t cry, just gaze in my eyes- puffy and sore, one last time, before the pieces of the moon hit the floor.

Road Trip.

Past the roof, above your sight line

Through the pollution, clouds and skyline

Further than the scattered stars, however far they may lay…

Beyond the reach of night and day

Zip past the Man on the Moon, who used to guide your way… if you want to linger there… and I know you do. That’s okay.

But soon, come through the planets that stick together like magnetics.

I know you, so yes… go ahead and stop by the rings of Saturn.

Then cruise by the Sun and wave to each ray one-by-one… don’t get too close or your wings will come undone.

Forget the yellow, red, gold and orange. you’ll have all of that in unlimited storage. A renaissance of color much like Florence.

Come now, just past the blue, purple, black, and grey

Through every piece of foreign debris that has broken and strayed

Beyond skinny seconds, medium minutes, heavy hours and light years

Far from Earth’s axis and gears

Away from force, fights, falls, and fears…

Time, temptations and tears

Extending past every black hole, where all grey matter folds

Past gravity and extraordinary portals of extraterrestrial cavities

No archives of heated lies or cold goodbyes where you’re traveling.

Do not be scared of that bright light glistening

It’s just me signaling

Please don’t rush. wait for your timing

I will wait. Right here by the gate

Come meet me in the 7th universe to the right; past that blazing God-like meteorite.

For our love will grow beyond what we could ever hope to fit in this life.

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The Sunshine Blogger Award.

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I was nominated for the Sunshine Blogger Award.

I would like to thank InHisCare for this, as she is some kind of sun ray herself.

The Award: for bloggers who are creative, positive, and inspiring – people who spread “sunshine” to the blogging world!

The Rules:

1.Thank the blogger/s who nominated you.

2.Use the “Sunshine Blogger Award” logo on your post and list the rules.

3.Answer the 11 questions the selector asks of you.

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  • Who is you favorite Music Artist and name three things you like about them?

I can’t answer that.

  • How old were you when you did your first Creative Writing or Graphic Design (Drawing)?

I can remember the first time I wrote a poem that I felt was of good enough quality for me to recite it to my mom when I was 5 years old. It went a little something like this:

          “Roses are Red. Violets are violet. I love you like… Well, no words can describe it.

Soooooo… I will just stay silent”.

Hopefully, I have come a long way in my writing since then…

  • Why and How Long have you been on WordPress Blogging?

I have been on WordPress since July. I needed a place to spit out all the random phrases that randomly swirl into my head.

  • What is your favorite Holiday, if any to Celebrate and Why?

Thanksgiving. I don’t care for the holiday, but it is the only time when you can sleep in late, do nothing all day, and its totally okay, and everyone’s happy anyway.

  • If you were on the dance floor. What’s your best dance move?

Whatever the music is telling me to do.

  • What inspires you to write?

Because if I didn’t write, but I stared at the sky until it spoke to me, or talked to myself about what season her eyes reminded me of, or stared at a sentence for two hours because the comma seemed to be out of place, or thought about what color deception would be, people might think I am crazy… er than I actually am. Inspiration enough.

  • Do you find it challenging to write through adversity?

No, in fact I find it easier. It is my therapy.

  • If were offered an opportunity to live in a different country and write for a year. What place would you choose and why?

Greece because it screams culture, and culture is made of the best stories.

  • What is your favorite color?

Yellow.

  • Do you still enjoy handwriting your work?

Yep!

  • When is your favorite time to of day or night to create your work?

Between 10pm- 3am. I never truly like what I write in daylight.

4.Nominate 11 bloggers you want to give the award to.

1.The Stories In Between

2. Bill

3. gunroswell

4. odylicious

5. jenanita

6. jisu80

7. Adam Light Poetry

8. Shantanu Baruah

9. fauxcroft

10. A Million Thoughts And A Heart

11. projectwords11

  1. Ask the bloggers 11 questions of your own.
  • What actor would play you in the movie about your life?
  • What is love?
  • If you were on Death Row, what would be your last meal?
  • Do you believe in God?
  • What is your horoscope sign?
  • What body part could you do without?
  • Buried or cremated?
  • What website do you visit the most?
  • If you did not have to sleep, what would you do with the extra time?
  • What did you want to grow up to be when you were a kid?
  • Stuck on an island. 5 things you can bring. What would they be?

Love Like.

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Love me scentless.

Like incents,

leave me lingering in negative space.

Love me sightless.

Like night,

cover my vision with thick black lace.

Love me soundless.

Like silence,

devour sound and leave no trace.

Love me through my senses.

Love me senseless, so I can sense this passion burning through my fingertips when I write these sentences.

 Because I can only Love you slowly.

I’ve never been good at showing,

but read me.

I use the senses you gave me to creep writings with something of deep meaning into your face at a steady pace.

A love like poetry…

You won’t understand it until the next day.

Mystery Blogger Award.

I was nominated for the “Mystery Blogger Award” by rue202 (thank you so much).

The award: “An award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging; and they do it with so much love and passion”.

The Rules:

  • Thank the person who nominated you and include a link to their blog
  • Tell your readers three things about yourself
  1. I like chai tea on a good day.
  2. Red wine on a better day.
  3. A good book on both.
  • Answer the questions from the person who nominated you
  • What is your favorite movie?

Forrest Gump.

  • If you could visit one place in the world, what would it be?

Greece.

  • If you could travel to any time period/moment – past or future – what would it be?

Future. The day before the end.

  • What would you invent to change the world for the better?

Re-invent the US school system.

  • What movie or book character – from your favorite movie or book – are you most like?

Movie: Her. Character: Theodore OR Movie: Cake Character: Claire

Book: The Grinch Character: The Grinch OR Book: The Bell Jar Character: Esther

  • Nominate 10-12 bloggers you feel deserve this award
  1. The Stories In Between
  2. Blindzanygirl
  3. Inhiscare753
  4. The Whippoorwills
  5. Writings from the Couch
  6. The Sunshine Artist
  7. My Two Sentences
  8. j matthew waters
  9. Susi Bocks
  10. Shantanu Baruah
  11. Susans Soul
  12. me & pts(d)
  • Ask your nominees 5 questions of your choice with one weird or funny one
  • Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog

I would like to know the answers from the same questions above.

Thanks again!

-Blue