a list

my heart is the last thing
on a list i am making
on a breath that i'm taking
and sighing
my hands are uncovering
something i'm hiding
i'm slowly now, flying
inciting a riot
loose ends that don't tie
they're not mine
they are dying

now i
put every
word
note
depth
song
look
stare
flutter
long
skin
scent
dizzy
sigh
truth
wild
real
eyes

in a box
that locks..

mapless

(this is not mine.. but i wish it was)

I am lost in his eyes.
The static of love,
The sea drowns my cries.
The ground erupts
The silk of his hair.
The stranger at the door
The power of prayer.
The taking from the poor
His heartbeat is strong
The mind is wasted.
The paper is wrong
The truth isn't tasted
I'm stuck in a crowd
The ingrates are full
The silence is loud.
He winks at me twice
The mountain top falls
The man is of mice
The cowardly calls
Its walk is a beacon
The homely are risen
The doorman is weakened.
The passion is driven
I look in his eyes.
The fire listens
The holy man sighs
The waterfall glistens
Its life is a wave.
The lilies in bloom
Its world is a rave.
The dog leaves the room
The footsteps are wet
The fear is despise
It walks with no net
But I'm lost in his eyes.

*The author of this poem recited it to me on my doorstep.. and I demanded she write it out for me as I fell in love with it.
She will remain anonymous :)

not now

i will
pretend
i have
nothing to say

it's easier
in some way

when words
are my
form
of play,

they must be rationed.

although there are more than anyone would ever need
(here)

truly you are

sometimes
things don't
really feel
the way
or do
what you
expect them
to
though you
react
enact
retract
though truly

you are

left
intact

every second

we were not designed
to waste this moment
or hold it down
or let it control us
we could be smiling, facing the sun
surely unaware of
and blissfully trusting in
what comes
not spending every second
emphasizing the last one
allow the taste to dance freely across the tongue
no matter what it is
if it pleases you
why question the definition of its flavor
why wonder how it'll taste later
somehow just
savor

trust

one tires
of looking in a mirror
inspecting for truth
making sudden movements
as to catch a glimpse
of what is