It is cold outside
Because I miss you

My heart freezes with the weaker flowers
The blue stained daisies on the edge
of blistered bodegas
The lonely no-name starlike bud
Yellowed by fear of falling feet

My tears await the snow
Next week has in mind

Because it is cold outside
And I miss you terribly

To the Men that are Not Him

I intimidate you

Don't I?

I make you shake - shudder
As if (by some strange way)
Infection had found
It's place in your brain
The hand of your eye
Bubbles, Blisters, and Tries
But it burns up like sound
Before reaching my thigh

I intimidate you, don't I?
Quite Obviously
I intimidate you,
But you hardly change me

"I have my books and my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor
Hiding in my room
Safe within my womb
I touch no one
And no one touches me
I am a rock
I am an island
And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries"

-Simon and Garfunkel

Good to know you're alive when you bleed
In my mind holds the blind spots and screams
Of the terrible things that cover the walls where I'm trying to sleep
They point quickly and speak of the faults laid on me
Now I'm lying defeated and red

*Hemingway once wrote a story in just six words ("For sale: baby shoes, never worn.") and is said to have called it his best work. The idea is to provide room for imagination and interpretation. I wrote a few of my own.


Survival surplus. Rockets launch in 3..


Her tapestry was red. Too red.


His eyes. His lips. In Hell.


You go down. I'll get off.


One. With water. Enjoy the ride.


His kiss - thunder. What a shock.





*Thanks to Tedbot for sharing this

I know the past as a criminal with
Looking glass skin and unbearable eyes
Yet I am born of Love
Daughter of Eve
And stronger than ever before
May the past only turn my heart
Closer to Paradise
That waits on the restless horizon

We were sitting quite close in your cluttered loft,
And March was still in her birth and the streets
Were as quiet as the shadows that strained at our feet
Where the moon with our voices felt soft

My eyes upon you were as those
That were witness to the oldest sunset;
Stunned by your sacred presence yet
Somehow becoming part of the glow

And there in the March moonlight
I kissed you and died

An Unforgettable Quote (From My Writing Professor)

"Sometimes people are good. But sometimes - people will take you to the cleaners."