Tuesday, 22 June 2010

Mile High Club

If I could,
I would
send you
luxury
exclusive class
above the clouds
be your air-at-ten
dance
around my cabin
and I would thank you for flying my friendly skies
over, and over and over again

So, please fasten your seatbelt
because as smooth as my love may soothe you
you may experience my turbulence.
So put on your hat, and be the pilot of this plane
where you and I are the only passengers that remain
and seeing as you’re the captain of this
.... plane
you don’t have to remain
strapped
....in.

Roam around my cabin as you like
No worries about the high pressure because
I’m preparing for a very smooth landing
but in case of an emergency~my cushions as your floatation device!
An oxygen mask will appear,
place it over your nose
and your mouth,
so suck it in,
and breathe
...

Deeply...

Thursday, 3 June 2010

ForcefulFlutters

i watch as my pen doodles butterflies all over the page
floating.
dancing..
prancing..
freely..
performing within these white lines as their stage
conversations leave my heart starting to expand
but i contract it back with a strong reprimand
forcing emotions to express through a rhythmical line
while tingling sensations caress the traces of my spine
could i tell this poet that they penetrate my mental so deep
that visions of them paint across my mind as i drift to sleep
i shouldnt...
shhhh!

i force my ink to leak the secrets that i keep
as letters quietly script syllables along my bare chest
and all the similies sent my way
i slowly savor and ingest
as black stains bleed out the feelings
that i am forced to suppress
gradually learning beyond what the simple eyes may see
as clear as monotones, but only partially
trying clearly to not overstep any lines or boundaries
realizations revealing that this time in space is probably not meant for we.

unfortunately...
i smile that soft unfortunate smiles knowing that they dont belong to me
but something in this life sent their footsteps across my passageway
and im not stressing the reason or why, i just want their prints to stay
even if only for another day
i want to openly confess, stand up and profess
that they are doing something really unexplainable to me, but i sit quietly
declaring my emotions ....
as i doodle butterflies
fluttering silently