He doesn’t know how great I am
He doesn’t know how special I am
He’s known me since the second grade
He doesn’t know I’m going to be famous
He doesn’t know that how much I love my Mom
He doesn’t know how I see the world
He doesn’t know my soft pain
He doesn’t know how I love
He doesn’t know I am gold yet
He doesn’t know I have the eyes of a photographer
****
Photo by S.B Eldredge
I was born to feel
I was born to absorb my emotions a bit different
I want to see the world through others eyes
I was born to be a poet
I was born to be a writer
I want to be in touch with my tears
I want to know where they came from
I want to know where your scars came from
I want to understand you
I was born to be something I didn’t know existed
I was born to love you
I was born to share something that is suppose to bring us together
I was born to hold you
I was born so we could be together
I was born to love you until the end of time
I saw you between the kaleidoscopic tears and wretched veins. I kept my distance and harbored the burnt edges of my existence. I clashed with harmony and my own walls that I have personally built. I stand between your denial and my built up frustrations. I walk away to hold on to my sanity knowing my dreams will never come true. I live for you. I live for what I love not the picket fences you created. I always thought love was elastic.
****
Check out my books!
Browallia’s flourishing
in the blackish ridge
of the twinkling garden
Valiant orchids
blossom under a
bisque echoing sun
Spine tingling laughter
Inhaling sweet affection
Savoring a glass of Merlot
Exhilarating conversation
Meeting the love of my
life on Montmarte
****
Check out my new book!
Black and white
photographs pluck
the tears from my eyes
Etched memories
never dissolve or fade
cherishing every kiss
Reminiscing the last
fifty years of preciousness
Embracing every second
Through the heights of
the golden mountains
and blackout valleys
Love never once
sat in the shade
In sadness and melancholy
I have to leave
Mulholland Drive tonight
I spent a lifetime
in this brick castle
with my beloved queen
May she rest In Peace
as my heart is in pieces
To care is to have patience
To appreciate you have to lose something
To love you have to treasure seconds
To forgive you have to be human
To grow you have to make mistakes
To be kind you have to listen
To be human you have to open up your heart
To gain perspective open up your eyes
To be ignorant close your ears
To be special just be yourself
To live is not to be afraid
To be alive you have to learn to feel
Writing with a light shade of pink
Paragraphs of wit and charm
Hallucinations of bitter love
Caught up in unknown webs
Burying summer flings and
hypnotic one night stands
Self inflicted wounds never sewn
The bookmark never leaves
this etched and engraved page
It’s the single page that altered
her perception of love and self
Crawling like a snail
Watching the hour glass
Staring at paint dry
on the curbside
Playing in the sandbox
Mesmerized by the fallen
rainbows and stardust
Absorbing every minute
Not one second is rushed
Pixels illuminate
Enhanced motions
Days inhaling weeks
Weeks serenading months
Smiling leaves dance
Rivers singing in harmony
Families at dinner tables
Time is a speck
Life is fully embraced
****
Check out my new book!
Storm of Ink 