The Invisible.

Stop.
wait for the right
moment.
You'll catch a glimpse
of something you've seen
but never noticed.
The invisible.
We aren't clear,
transparent or
hollow.
Just unspectacular
in yours eyes
and to most...
our existence
is expendable,
unreportable,
certainly
not-so-memorable.
just like being
invisible.
We harbor
great talent
revel in
deep thoughts and
happily help
everyone we can.
Thankless or
unappreciated though
we are.
We
strive to better
ourselves and those
around us
out of the kindness of our hearts.
our minds.
our souls.
So if you do
notice in passing
a vision of us in glancing
just know that it is permissible
to acknowledge the
Invisible.

-S

My Love ISN'T Like A Warm Summer Breeze.

I heard it said once in a romantic poem that the speaker's love was like a "Warm Summer Breeze". It's a very soothing line full of sensory stimulus and poetic imagery. However, if I were to describe my love it would not me like a warm summer breeze. In my opinion a warm summer breeze it an unwelcome thing. It's hot in the summer, who wants a warn breeze? Not I. Also, a breeze lasts but a few seconds if that, why would you compare your love to something so fleeting? I guess if sounds good because the individual words sound great. The word warm makes you feel warm when you say it so naturally it's a pleasant thought to think of something warm. The season of Summer is usually a favorite among most people because it's a fun season full of promise and relaxing. The word Breeze conjures up thoughts of refreshment and exhilaration that from a cool breeze in the summer time. So as you see individually the parts work, but the whole is not so great. That in itself is a TERRIBLE metaphor for your love of another person! Gee honey as individuals we're awesome like hot dogs but together we're uncomfortable and unwanted... How romantic.

How about instead, "My love is like a warm summer's promise that exhilarates you like a cool breeze wafting through the trees on a clear starry night." It may not be perfect but it sure gets the point across.

-S

Live.

Your life
is yours to live.
To share for sure
but not to give.

It is not the tree's
nor blades of grass
It is not your teachers
nor for your class.

It's your only one
so do not dwell
so that when you're done
you've lived it well.

Your life
is yours to live.

-S

Something In The Way.

There's something in the way she moves. She attracted me like no other lover. Even in the beginning when I so many other choices, she drew me in. There was something in the way she wooed me. The way her smile was like a virus, infectious and resilient. The way she'd look at me with warmth in every expression that she made. Every moment spent with her was enhanced by the joy she brought to every minor experience. I guess, I just felt lucky to share anything with her because of how much she loved sharing her life with me. The happinesses I find in the world are bolstered and refined because of how she changed my perceptions. Even the word love itself seems to be insufficient when describing how I feel for her. All I can do is hope.... hope that the way I make her feel brings her as much as she gives to me with a single look.

-S

Getting It Out

I know I miss you
and that would be enough
if it weren't for
these feelings of
anxiety and
mistrust.

It's hard you know
for me to be
calm and accepting
of thoughts,
feelings,
or anything else, I can't
see.

Cheating, Lying and
Infidelity
Are not words I'd think of
when describing the
pain
and doubt
in me.

I knew you loved me
I know it's true
however
time, distance, and
absence can
diminish or obliterate the
feelings in
you.

I hope it's only worry
and an adjustment like
you said
But every new day
I fear brings the
inevitable end
instead.

-S

To You, Who Makes My Heart Swing.

My new life has new love. I savor the long tender moments we both share. I hide how much she makes me smile. I saw you smiling at me, how you slowly placed your eyes on me... did you ever know, I had mine on you? Every time I think... I think of of you. You make me feel light and full of life. Every old thing is made new again when I do it with you. Every new thing is emblazoned with joy and memory because you were there to heighten the Euphoria that life can bring. When you're not around I feel a lacking... like I am missing out on the best part of a movie. Like the big happy ending has been missed because you are the turning point, the climax, the win. When you leave, I find myself feeling lost like trying to find meaning in a poem written in another language that I don't understand. The beautiful blue smile in your eyes makes me feel like I'm 5 again. That careless joy of childhood, forever forward looking into every new day's adventure. To say you complete me would be wrong, but to say you make it all worth while would be right on the money. You are the apple, orange, and grapefruit of my eye. You are all that is positive in my world. You embody all that is worth working for in my life and you symbolize that is precious in my heart. I miss you.

-S

Across My Inner Universe.

Picture frames and memories
dotting the walls
for all to see
inspiring those
admiring
pretty colors
and fantasy.

remembrance
of a long lost love
symbolized by
a falling dove
pained and
restrained
by a view from
high above.

just close your eyes
and you see
the world
as it appears
to me.
defining
and refining
all of my
reality.

Imagination,
points of view
intangible thoughts
have gone askew
an end to reason
is in season
for expressing
ideas to you.

The thought is not so
perverse
with good intentions it
does reverse
reflecting while
ejecting
me across the
universe.

-S

Ask Yourself...

I don't know if she will ever understand because I don't know if she really even cares. The way my blood surges in my veins when I picture of her smile. The feeling never changed. My heart aches for her every time I hear the word love. Whenever I see her picture my eyes focus on her beautiful face...

But I don't know if she really even cares. The affirmation of a warm body next to me doesn't exist. The loving gaze that meets mine to confirm a deeper passion doesn't look for me. I have only the the broken electronic modification of her heavenly voice as it comes through a telephone to reassure me, ever more frustrated, that she does indeed love me. Mostly, I have the world wide web to thank and curse for my last remaining scraps of interpersonal communication with she who my heart longs for every second of my life. A message to her followed by those obsessive moments that stretch on for hours and days waiting for response. Waiting for some rebuttal or some vindication of deepest emotion desperately needing to be shared.

There are so many ways to tell a person that you love them and I will try every way a hundred times until the message is seen, heard, or felt...

...but I don't know if she really even cares. There is the hope that she does though...

With love, always follows hope.

-S

If You're Gone...

I was never too sure
to think.
Paranoia's jealous grip
on thoughts
of love and happiness
strangle away that
smile
you loved so much.
A smile that may never
be seen again.
My heart gives up.
My lungs refuse
to breathe.
My eyes tear
and swell
as my gaze falls
from the heavens
to the floor.
Love finds a way
through obstacles
but it got lost coming back
from you.

Are you still there
for me?
Does you light shine
for someone else?
Do you hurt for me?
Or did the reality
of your true love's conviction
sway to betray
and belong to someone else?
I miss your touch.
I miss your kiss.
I die every time I think
of your smile.
I hate the depths
of the sorrow
I feel.
Where'd you go?

Doubt Me, Not.

do you have a reason to doubt me?
was there ever
a time I wasn't there?
did I not give in
in every way
every way to show I care.
Why do I
have to say
good bye
when you are the one
who sunk so low
and told the lie.
Do you have a reason to doubt me?
I said that I would never leave.
you left me standing
by the side of your heart
with only pain,
without reprieve.
I've moved onto
another love
she isn't you
but that doesn't mean
we should be through.
Do you have a reason to doubt me?
Don't block me out
or end it all
you have no reason
in me, to doubt
I am your friend
through and through
until the end
I'll be to you.
-fin-

Written for a friend who's jealousy tainted her heart and clouded her mind.
I am in love with someone else and they felt the need to try and break me of it. So when my heart and my love came out all the stronger... they decided to end our friendship. I've never given up on a friend, no matter how horrible they may have treated me. It's too bad people give up on me so easily. If only they understood just how happy she makes me. Maybe they'd be happier too. Thats the way I'd be for them. I think thats how friends should do.

-S

So Happy Together V. 2.0

The Turtles would approve I think. This version is for Samantha.

Imagine me and you
I do
I think about you all the time
is it a crime?
To write about the one you love
and make a rhyme.
So happy together.
I want to be with you
it's true
It started as a little crush
but not so much
it's grown into so much more
Love and such.
So Happy together.

I can believe me loving somebody like you
for all my life.
If you're with me, I promise to be true
for all my life.

You and me or me and you
who would've thought that we would feel
the way we do?
Or that we would be
so perfect to.
So happy together.

I can believe me loving somebody like you
for all my life.
If you're with me, I promise to be true
for all my life.

-Ess to the Em Dee

Narrations Of

a narration of my heart
would speak in volumes

of past hurts that healed
and those who linger still
in the eyes of all who
do not love me.

of recently loved
and the bitter hatred
by which their heart
still yearns for me.

of your beauty and love
and how the warmth
is with me in my chest
and in my dreams.

A Narration of my Lips
would tell of kisses

Lost to those who
never needed them but
still accepted and traded
with no value.

Blown to the wind
to pass on a message
of luck and caring for
a time long passed.

Not yet received from
your lips in a courtship
of lovers tryst and
future intentions.


A Narration of my Mind
would speak of thoughts

Of lovers blind who
left me behind for
sexual temptaion and hatred
through bitter deception.

Never trusting, believing or
listening to a heart's command
which always lead to pain
suffering, and love.

Knowing that you
present the best hope
for a long longed-for
love.

If I were to narrate
I would tell

of how the every nuance
of all aspects of your
personality beg
That I love you.

and I would tell you.
that forever, I do.

five(5) minutes ago.

Sweetness disappears
with the opening of a door.
quick!
click.
click.
click.
deleted.
evidence, erase.
infatuation, replace.
love, disgrace.
all to save face,
for the one you love to hate.
it's comin' round again.
that internal sense of duty
that visceral compulsion
to no longer be
a neutral actor
in the tragedy that is
our clandestine affiliation.
A declaration of sins
to confront that which is wrong
end it's tyranny of soul and heart
and abolish the need for this facade.
I would stand and scream
and you will hear me.
click.
click.
click.
hello.

I Just Don't Understand.

Dishonesty and speed bumps
hiccups to truth
why do people lie?
so Much easier
the truth is to me
How do you feel
what is real?
Why is it my heart
you all want to steal?!
Playing these games
while you make up the rules
tell me I'm right all the time
in the end I still lose.
A simple answer is
more precious than gold
so rare in occurance
wanted, desired, desperately sought.
I'll beg and I'll plead
and get down on my knees
still they keep
side stepping the story I want.
Why do people confuse
mislead, and distort?
I'm a slave to my trust
though I have
none of my own.
Until I start reaping the untruth
they have sown.

The Space Between

watching from a window
a whole world
passes by.
across the way
a sight for sore eyes
a connection
something more visceral
than eyes meeting.
Distance creates questions
what I see is
too far away
for answers to behold.
verbal telescopes
to prod away at
the mysteries.
It's aggrivating!
I see it but
details escape me.
It could be anything
it could be
what I want
it to be.
Bold actions
assertive fortitude
The strength of will
to suck it up
and ask.
but...
ask what?
dammit!
just ask!
I was wondering....

I Like Your Face.

one body
one
soul survivor.
standing
waiting and
dreaming of another.
She comes.
in dreams
he waits.
paired
together they
never part nor
stop.
What they have
is forbidden
what they want
is each other.
They mix,
dance, and
collide
like rain drops
on a puddle.
hitting hard but
where one
begins and
the other ends
no one knows.
They
smile.
They always
smile.
You would too
if that happened
to you.