Poet Introduction Most of these things come out of nowhere. Like a word, a phrase, scent or even an old song or tv, movie... don’t forget “life events”... Some are to people no longer in my life. Muses, too.
When I think of you heart beat quickens When we communicate life is Sooo Good But in that fleeting moment between the good and the bad there is also knowing that we won't make that connection in my life again We will say our "Goodnights" We’ll be lonely once more
Why you follow me?“ First question i ask when a new poet adds me to their list Then i ask the same of self find it hard to articulate on the dime I follow because you made me laughed or cried felt a degree of what you felt a tear a giggle on my list of pomes to read for a lift or grovel Too the many comments Of praise building my ego Also the helpful comments helping me to explore and...
Time stands still again as i bring up the computer Will new message Ding? As i connect to the internet Alerting me to the message? No sound It’s okay Was my last message delivered? A wave of emotion washes over me as the simple “read” greets my hungry eyes I can breath again
New and different don't recall another like it The first to be remembered anyway Awoke aching Typing this has not helped to alleviate the craving for you. Guess i’ll finish without your blue eyes locked to mine
I close my eyes... to be with you to touch you to fill myself with joy to be happy one more day You close your eyes... to be with me to touch me to fill yourself with Joy to be happy one more night We close our eyes... to think to dream to see what we want to see to escape reality