Poetry: Spineless

I sit back
slowly drinking my coffee.
I watch the people
go to and fro.

Suddenly the world freezes,
like a sudden photograph.
She walks into view
and with her comes my fear.

I watch her from afar,
scared to even say hello.
She controls my heart,
yet she doesn't know I exist.

I sigh and sip my coffee,
content in my thoughts.
She would never go for me,
she is way out of my league.

She leaves the room
and time begins again.
Another heartbreak averted;
another love lost.

Poetry: Florida Girl

Her laugh spreads
like a contagion
and her voice
could shatter hearts.

She smiles
like the sun rising
and she jokes
like the great comedians.

When she is pensive,
she paints.
When she is sad,
she turns for comfort.

I offer what I can,
praying I can
give enough, only
my best is never enough.

She interests me deeply
and talking to her is amazing.
She is intelligence and insight,
beauty and humor,
rolled into one.

She is something special
and she does not realize it.
She deserves the universe
when I can only give her my self.

Poetry: Life or Some Cheap Imitation

Clouds bound and bunch
speeding beneath me.
On wings of steel
and
improbable lift,
I fly with the grace of a stone.

Sitting in a casket,
the wind roaring bye,
steel surrounding,
encasing like a tomb.

Engines roar
as this steel coffin falls.
Clouds and dirt race forward.
At the last possible moment
the Undertaker
rights his path.

Wheels hit pavement,
screeching their protest.
Survival attained
until he calls once more.

Poetry: Angel of Love

I walk empty halls
feeling oppressive loneliness.
My mind dark and empty;
save one thought.

She replaces thought;
her eyes locking my tongue.
My angel of love,
my angel of death.

She taunts me with her words;
she teases me with her actions.
My angel of love,
my devil in disguise.

The halls fill with voices
as classes let out.
The sea of humanity parts
as she walks by.

With unbending purpose
she approaches me.
My angel of love,
my muse.

She sends my world spinning
with the touch of her lips to mine.
My angel sends my world crashing
as she walks away.

Why I wasn't expecting this,
I do not know.
I watch her as she walks
and smile.

My angel of love,
my heart in black heels.

Writing: Moment in Time - Beauty In Motion Seldom Seen

The sun glistened on the multi-hued wings like drops of water reflecting off a stained glass window. Rising higher and higher, shooting rays of light in all directions, the wing streaks. Quicker than the eye can see, the delicate wing reaches its crest, shining for all the world like a priceless gem.

The grace of movement in the simplest lifting of that fiber thin wing out matches any human construct. The young dragonfly flaunts his beauty briefly for the benefit of the world, before he continues his journey.
Soaring down, faster than a human can run, the work of art descends, seemingly fast enough to disperse the rays of light that were formed on its ascension.

The light fades as the dragonflies body blots out the sun, depriving the world of beauty only momentarily. The rainbow-stained wing is not worried, for it knows it will get its chance to shine again.

Poetry: Fresh After Your Heart Is Ripped Out

Fresh after your heart is ripped out,
you feel the loss only in the moment.
You don't feel the loss of what was
or what might have been.
It is not until later do you feel the wrenching of despair
of what you truly lost.

As you sit upon that throne of hearts,
looking down at your accomplishments,
will you feel full?
Will you have crushed enough people below you
to feel finally complete and whole?
Have you gathered enough hearts
to replace the chasm where yours is supposed to be?
I think not.
Monsters in fairy tales
and scary bedtime stories
rarely stop what they are good at;
what they are bred to do.

That is what you are.
A monster in the truest sense of the word.
You left me for dead,
but I survived.

I may be broken
from years stolen and years forgotten,
but I survived.

You never expected me to,
did you?
The voice that tells me that you did this to test me,
or to play hard to get,
I know it is not true.

I know what you truly do.
I have seen first hand the destruction
in the hearts of men who fall in love with you,
only to now have permanent residence
within that ruined city that once housed our future.

So, carry on, brave sneak thief.
Carry on, Destructor.
I know what you do,
I will not allow myself to once again fall for your tricks.

You have lost all right to think of me as a friend,
I want nothing to do with you again, demon.
You live in your heart kingdom,
decorated with all the hearts you stole,
pin mine nice and tight to the wall.
We don't want it to escape, do we?

Writing: Moment in Time - Empress

She sits on her crystal throne, hair gently cascading down her pale shoulders. They all admire her and offer her praise, both of which she accepts at face value. Her face lights up after each sugar sweet comment, lapping their adulation like a kitten would warm milk.

She sees one who doesn't do as the others. He intrigues her, even though she would never admit it. She watches with veiled eyes as he watches with amused eyes the hordes of admirers.

She doesn't need him to accept her, she thinks. Her vapid smile betrays her; her eyes following suit, watching him endlessly. He watches her now, eyes no longer amused. She see what he was saying the whole time in that simple glance.
She stands from her throne and listens to it shatter behind her. She walks towards him, listening as the voices grow quiet and fade away. It was him all along that she wanted to hear. She ignores the party and the music around her and asks him if he would like to get a coffee.

He smiles, "I was about to ask you the same thing."