Honesty

surrounded by loud distractions

I await my wings

my pure attraction

my glowing, fiery

strong desire

-my fire

I'm sipping cider

The bar is alive

I wonder how many folks

are wise

I love my eyes

I write with a pen

I do not like

I think my drink is dimming the

lights

In my mind

I wish it would numb

The noise in my ears

I'll sit here waiting

writing

until you return

you're outside having a smoke

Black board, Head board, Floor Board : Not bored

sometimes i write like im someone else

I am a secret

You're a tale

Do I believe in what you know?

I have power over you.

Put on your coat and don't frown yo!

It was chilly-ish today. A week ago we were ecstatic to have 15 degree weather, but since we had that summer-hot Saturday & Monday, 15 degrees sucks? Com'on folks, quit complaining. It's annoying and negative. Surely it's nippy, but don't cuss about it. It's April!

I looked fly this morning with my white-as-snow blazer cruising down Taschereau sporting my favorite pink aviators. Took me forever to find those babes. Searched high and low and could not find these shades. Finally found them being sold by a dude in the subway. Paid five bucks. He had two pairs left. I bought both.

Something about white makes me feel fancy. I dryclean this jacket to keep it crisp, which makes me feel fancy too.

I liked my hair today. Au naturel. My lip gloss matched my lenses.

here I walk

along the curb

the traffic is thick

the mass is moving quickly

slowly I follow

dragging my toes

sauntering

my drive is just a little dusty

my confidence a little rusty

I'll merge when I trust you will yield

then you won't pass me

anymore

you will find me

when the time is right

1 + 1 = 1

wear socks you stubborn mule

whenever the wind 

licks the inside of my toes

I am cold

how come you never warm me?

oh

I am the one to blame.

notebook rhymes

young one sleep

your heart still beats

with lights alive

your energy jives

but you should know

your youth will go

if you're not wise

with hungry eyes

a love will burn

in your willow

frail and worn

you'll need a pillow

so now you're open 

absorb to see

run to magic

but rest your tree

it's ok to find out what you don't want to be.

they talk and advise 

she smiles but her crease is pursed

uncomfortable she zips

buttons

and ties up the laces

heels stick in every sidewalk crack

confused, she is wanted

joy is born into the heart of her unknowing peers

she's gone into a handbag

beside her lip gloss

a broken mirror

stubborn scurry there's no hurry.

a sleepy head 

won't get some rest

stubborn, stubborn

she forgets

what makes her happy

now she's stressed

her morals are a tangled mess

she thinks she's dealing with her chores

when she knows she's scared of 'bored'

scurry, scurry

she never stops

she needs a stab

she needs a flop

this is what i am.

I brush my hair at night

it feels real nice

brain farts, but um, good ones, like, explosive little pretty thoughts

A snippet:

Breathing patterns hold
emotions/hiccups, burps,
yawns in motion/blurry eyes may hide your fear but if you do not breathe..



A tale:

In the wind
In the wind
Thoughts are flying in the wind
I cannot catch them
Because they're not mine
But maybe I will learn in time