Writing: Moment in Time - Lunch

Out of the corner of my eye I see him. Like clockwork, he sips his drink, twice, every five seconds. Reading a magazine that only confirms my guess behind his occupation, he sits in suited glory. He eats his lunch with a studied ease and from where I sit I can almost feel the tension and stress from him. He glances to his watch, shakes his cup, and looks outside.

A crunch from the hastily eaten chips notifies me that he is done pondering. He thumbs faster through his magazine as I realize his lunch time must be nearly done. I watch him and wonder if he even suspects I am writing about him. If he did, would he be upset or would he be grateful to have been captured immortally in a forgotten medium?

Sneaking a stealthy glance to his table reveals an orderly aspect that I should have guessed, but somehow missed. Napkins, papers, receipt, drink, plate, all stand within an order of convenience. It impresses me, as a fan of order myself. I glance at my own disorganized table and smile. One for you, sir, one for you.

Does he know that I admire him even though I have never said a word to him? How would he accept the admiration of someone who has never made eye contact let alone speak to him? Magazine closes and trash begins to collect in an orderly fashion. He rises and leaves, leaving me with only more admiration. Marking his passing, a stack of clean, unused napkins sit. A gentleman to the end.

Poetry: Flirt

Eye's dancing,
sparkling at you.
Eyebrow raised,
questioning.

Slow smirk,
matching wink.
Signal strong,
are you receiving?

Smiling coyly,
head tilted.
Ask yourself,
do you take a chance?

Leaving silently,
door closing.
Wanting more,
do you have the guts?

Car waiting,
door open.
Smiling at you,
doors don't stay open forever.

Poetry: Songbird

Her voice
cuts like glass.
Striking my heart,
I fall in instant love.

Higher and higher
she soars.
Hitting notes that
could make stones weep.

My eyes glassy;
my breath caught.
She sings with all her heart;
I can hear it breaking.

The song draws to a close,
her voice still ghosting the room.
In my mind she still sings,
a songbird soaring on golden wings.

Poetry: No Vacancy

Stop! Go back!
There is no place for you here!
You know
you are not welcome!

Turn away! Hurry!
This is where the heart breaks!
You have
been here before!

Please stop! Turn back!
You don't want to be here!
You are
not welcome anymore!

I warned you!
Now you pay!
You never listen,
after all the times I told you!

Lock you away!
That's the only punishment!
You are stuck
with the choices you made!

No Forgiveness!
You will listen next time!
You pay the price now,
and pray.

This is where the heart breaks.
There is no reprieve.
You came of your own accord.
You never listen.
You'll be back,
you always are.

Poetry: Watch and Wait

Watching and waiting,
stuck in park.
People come and go;
I am the only constant.

Live and learn,
I bide my time.
Mirthful eyes
watch them pass.

You had your chance,
but squandered the opportunity.
I am beyond your reach;
better off for it.

I closed the store,
suckers no longer for sale.
No longer waiting, but
laughing while watching.


I get up from my seat, the chair sliding back, scraping on the bare floor. With one last smile, I look at the two of you. I hope he knows what he is in for, I laugh in the confines of my mind. As I walk out the door, I toss a final thought to you, one that you will never hear.

"When you grow tired of the game, look me up. I warn you, I won't be around forever."

Poetry: Drive

Drive fast,
it's a nowhere road.
Dark and empty,
you ride alone.

Drive hard,
it's a nowhere road.
Soundless and maddening,
you being to slip.

Drive endlessly,
it's a nowhere road.
Infinite and finite,
you feel confined.

Just drive,
it's a nowhere road.
Soulless and inhuman,
this road is best traveled solo.

Writing: Moment in Time - Heat

His kiss inflames her, causing her to melt against his body. Her mind exploded with desire when he opened the door and, with a smile that could stop time, pulled her roughly against him and brought their lips together. She has never been so forcefully taken by a moment and she loses herself to it. Her hands slide through his short hair, locking to it; pulling it. She watches through partially closed eyes the lust hidden in his. She grinds against his body, making sure he feels every contour of her body. She feels his hands sliding around her, caressing, hard and passionate.

She feels herself pulled against a wall, the cold of it sharply contrasting the heat radiating off of them. She feels his lips in a hundred places at once while he holds her arms against the wall. She explodes in ecstasy as primal moans escape her lips. She pulls enough of her mind back to make a choice on where to go. The bedroom is too far, she thinks. A smile lights up her sweat covered face as she looks to the kitchen table. She releases her arms and leads him away, her fingers wrapped around his belt.