• Not Really Mine…

    as passion spills from my pen…
    I show him what I’ve written
    ask if I should share…
    or keep it hidden

    he quietly demures…
    shakes his head and says…
    he would not censure my words
    that I own my verse

    I smile and sigh
    knowing the truth deep inside
    without him…
    these little love notes…
    would not even be here

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  • Thoughts

    High expectations
    Will never understand now
    Will things ever change?

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  • Love Sonnet LXXXV

    Yaraa, as the stars echo your
    name, I give you my heart
    (te doy mi corazon).
    There is no other way to

    say this, as time passes and
    you stare at my smile,
    see into my nature and
    intentions, that you have

    given me hope, have given
    me love, you have given
    me life. Yaraa, you are

    my peace (tu eras mi paz),
    and…Read More

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  • Shadow Haunting

    don’t look at her
    she’s not at her best just now
    it isn’t the disheveled hair
    or the worn out sweats she’s wearing
    but if you study her appearance
    you’ll see the struggle in her bearing

    in the way her eyes slide sideways
    a magnetic repulsion effect
    slipping away from any chance meeting
    guarded…
    there’s no safety…Read More

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    • True enough, sometimes you just want to melt into the woodwork, disappear into the shadows, hide from the world or, perhaps someone particular. Someone who has hurt you. Then too, often it’s the opposite. The need to be seen, to be acknowledged as a human being. Not as an object or in a negative way, but seen for who you truely are, whole,…Read More

      • It’s such a dichotomy….needing to be seen but wanting to disappear. At times it’s simultaneous. We are such complicated creatures. Thank you, Curt

  • Some times

    There are times when things should be said
    Things should be done
    It is met with silence

    Then there are times things are done
    Without thought
    Automatically

    Sometimes things are said because it is felt
    Sometimes thing happen because it could not be held back

    But there is a sometimes

    That trust is broken
    A wound never…Read More

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    • And it is times like this that you just want to SCREAM!!! Far too many people in our world bear wounds that never heal, ooze pain continually. Insightful poem, Fia. -Curt

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