Personal Collection
These are the poems and stories that I write on my own time, not for a grade, but for the practice of the art. This section will grow whether I take writing classes or not.
Hemispheres
On my left brain days
The strings on my guitar mimic waves - sine and cosine
Hyperbolic curves hide in the steam of my tea
I see Fibonacci’s sequence folded into flower petals
Roses. Daisies. Sunflowers.
On right brain days
Watercolor clouds float on the thick paper sky above
Laughter leads me blindly - I hope into happiness
I listen for the poetry in simple conversations
Metaphors. Rhythm. Enjambments.
But on my favorite days
Calculated brush strokes appear in soft paintings
The precise patterns in literature reveal themselves
Light deviates into a million drops - forming rainbows
It is when the hemispheres of my mind align
That I see the world as one and it is
Divine. Inquisitive. Remarkable.
The World Beyond The Rain
As children, we would trace our hands along the cold windows
Of the rain spotted cars we always stayed in
Thinking nothing of it but a game to keep a raindrop at the tips
Of our small, scarless fingers
Believing the closer we watched it the longer it would stay
Being disappointed when the raindrop flies away
Never to be in the same spot again
It was something our mother would tell us to play
Distracting us from what we passed by through the window
As she continued to shuffle through loose change
The world beyond the rain
I never thought of it as a distraction from the pain
A distraction from the smell of marijuana mixed with rain
My vision never slipped from a raindrop I was holding
Because I had no reason but to play the game
One rainy day I caught you looking out past your window pane
Your eyes stopped sparkling, you finally found the truth
I searched your lonely pupils
And all I could see was so much pain
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And then you started to rain
And I played the only game I’d been taught to play
I held the tear on your cheek, and you didn’t complain
We stood there awhile until your raindrop fell away
Then together we went back to watching the rain
The Burberry Girl
My heart beats for the girl in the Burberry trench coat
With her milky orange rain boots
They shame my blueberry bruised sneakers
That match my crooked blue tie
She takes me back to the apricot plagued field
That drench my childhood memories
A run down field of bittersweet fruit
That festered below my stomping bare feet
She pulls me forward, towards her plum colored lips
That attract my honeydew ones like a magnet
Then she pushes me down to the pavemented ground
With a laugh that fills my heart of liquored cherries
Although tears spilled from my eye like a bitter white wine
I forgave the Burberry girl
And no less does my heart beat for her colored look
And the way that she plays my raspberry charred heart
Venice
Oh how I wish we were floating upon a gondola
Forever mesmerized by the telling lagoons
and peaceful overhead bridges
of Venice, Italy
You and I
Captivated by colored flowerbeds
high above our wandering eyes
That hang like night-time dreamcatchers
in the starry sky that we claim as our own
Because when it’s just you and me
Following the lazy green riverside
Anything seems possible
Any place conquerable
And time
It slows for us to watch the sunsets
And waits until our flowers picked
Not daring to disturb our world
So take my hand and follow me in
To a place as perfect as a painting
Where we’ll watch the colorful world
Of daydreams fly by us
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