My words may now seem more rare and few
I simply choose to share the best with you
Who else would understand the shape and sound
Of words formed in my heart a lifetime ago
Traced onto yours with tentative hope
~ kei
20 January 2017
My words may now seem more rare and few
I simply choose to share the best with you
Who else would understand the shape and sound
Of words formed in my heart a lifetime ago
Traced onto yours with tentative hope
~ kei
20 January 2017
Circle back
Drawing nearer
Ever closer
So it seems
I’d sell my soul
If I could only
Make this more
Than just my dreams
~ kei
10 September 2016
As the weeks go by I’m finding that even the most casual viewing stirs that old something in my deepest core. Some fires can only be banked; never fully extinguished.
Imagine all the angst we could prevent simply by using our words…
Last night, as I studied your face
(the brown eyes and curls I loved, now a semi stranger’s pixels)
I thought how much better the world would be
(i would be, you would be, even if it is in this two-dimensional world)
If you didn’t confuse empathetic with pathetic, reaching for grasping
(the world can be an unkind place but my heart will always be a haven, even for you)
~ kei
18 March 2016
It’s the weekend and here’s the deal
I know you’re in town and that all you need is a reason
So, you pretend that I’m not a hypocrite
When you show up on my doorstep with a bottle of wine
A smile and bad intentions
I’ll pretend that you aren’t the most aggravating man on the planet
As I pull you into the house, into my arms and into this thing
That we’ve known is going to happen
Since you tapped that key
~ kei
11 March 2016
Footprints in the snow, here and there around my house
Wanting in, wanting anonymity, wanting… what?
Just a dream but telling
Is it desire behind these words
Is it fear behind this silence
Do you fear the surrender
Or only your surrender to me?
~ kei
28 February 2016
In a vulnerable moment
I would give most anything
To know that I am something
More than just nothing
In your heart
If not your life
~ kei
7 February 2016
Ever want to wind up and pop that fluffy bird of hope that perches in your heart? Maybe tweak one of its tail feathers?
Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without words, and never stops at all. ~Emily Dickinson
Bird, Sttaaahhhhppp!!! Why does my heart leap to see his face in my newsfeed? Why did that last box I unpacked contain his letters from University and beyond? Why, when it has been made perfectly clear that he will not speak does that mutant little Ornithurae continue to make me think that he might?! He’s a a big butt head with a head like a butt and I don’t want him to speak but that traitorous turkey warbles away…
How ’bout you just bugger off with that infernal ‘bluebird of happiness’?
Maybe go poop on his head for me…
I can always tell when you’re off on another trip
To places I only dream of with the woman you call wife
You disappear for a standard period of time a week sometimes more
Or visiting virtually from a locale whose beauty takes my breath away
There is no rancor and only a trace of bitterness, honestly
You regret your choice but only sometimes. I’ve heard it before
This is how you prove to me that you don’t love me
To forever exclude me from what truly matters in life
If you will not share the simplest of things with me
Dining in public, visiting your parents, children
You do not love me and words will not change that
Love isn’t simply a feeling
It’s everything that you do
If you will not share your life
She retains the best of you
~ kei
1 February 2016
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Just some old thoughts rolling around, not the present. ~k
The only message delivered by the ‘Silent Treatment’ is that you are rude, passive-aggressive and that your communications skills would embarrass a pre-schooler.
Deliberately ignoring basic social courtesy reveals arrogance, ego and adolescent narcissism; a reaction that is incomprehensible and unacceptable from an adult in this day and age.
~ kei
26 January 2016