Sweet Drifter

a sweet drifter
you are
a savior with no purpose
dashing in and out
leaving a scent of memory behind
a pink rose
with my name on it

Anybody

Read Write Poem
Created with Shuffle Words

The girl that never was

her small footprints still visible on the wooden tiles
snippets of her whispering could be heard through the walls
citrus scent of her laughter covered the pillows and sheets
strands of her dark brown hair laced the bedroom carpet
in the closet her flowing gowns hang softly on lazy hangers
her name spelled backward tattooed on his left arm
pictures of her in archaic frames scattered all over the apartment
a ghostly presence never to be forgotten
he sits on the edge of the bed thoughts hanging on her face
his will almost gone from his mind and body
the hours stood still waiting for her to come home
four in the morning and she's still gone
the air growing old as he waits eyes watering the ground
fist pounding against his heart-shaped face
his legs ready to run mad circles around the room
still he linger in the stillness of time
waiting for the girl that never was

Lonely Existence

Image by goddess33908

eyes sealed shut in darkness
she counts the dreamless days and nights
shadowed by the sun and the moon
this lonely existence she linger in
betrayed by her own inexorable thoughts
her body soon transmuted into eternal dust
upon the earth she travels
slipping into internal worlds above and below


Monday Mural

Summer Rain

thunderous sky shouting above
embracing the city into night
the sky drunk on water
suddenly unfolds
rain splatters down
in verticals strikes onto the pavements
street lights flicker on
huddles of umbrellas banging against each other
a sudden pause
into the daylight we stumble
umbrellas wet with drowsiness
pavements splashed in liquid sky
we yawn with no awe


One Single Impression: Transience or permanence

Speechless

she writes in dreams
speechless poetry
wearing a black turtleneck
sitting in a dark cafe
thoughts unwind themselves
in the twilights of
coffee spills
and fake mahogany tables

Celebrating the first year

it was only yesterday
I misplaced my thoughts
they flew themselves here
onto this blog
blossoming into new words and images
captured only for a small moment in time
but lasted long enough
to be read by someone

Today is Just Writing Words' one year anniversary. I don't have much to say about that so here's a Flicker Meme I found at Blogjem. I won't reveal my answers here so draw your own conclusions. But then again, if you read the names of the photos below, it will reveal some answers. I do love today's quote:

It's none of their business that you have to learn to write. Let them think you were born that way. --Ernest Hemingway

Here are the rules to play the Flicker Meme:
A. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
B. Using only the first page, pick an image.
C. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into Mosaic Maker.
01. What is your first name?
02. What is your favorite food?
03. What high school did you go to?
04. What is your favorite color?
05. Who is your celebrity crush?
06. Favorite drink?
07. Dream vacation?
08. Favorite dessert?
09. What you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One Word to describe you.
12. Your flickr name.

Thanks to these photographers for sharing their pics:
1. Melissa, 2. Egg Drop Soup, 3. what hurts the most, 4. Just hanging around, 5. banana phone: another glitch in the Matrix, 6. Icecream Soda, 7. Sunny Side Up, 8. Congee for two, 9. The Photographer, 10. Autumn walk, 11. Lonely Tea Time, 12. "The Price Of Freedom"

Train Napping

one eye half closed
he slips into a dream
tangling in the motion of trains
daylight gone out of the sky
a blue moon mocks the road
with gleeful glances
spotlighting here and there
time traveling through the darkness

Solace

artwork by swoon


she was alone
all alone to fend for herself
only fictional characters from her mind by her side
she stood all alone
to field off hateful doubts and pitiful glances
the only life she ever knew was being alone
the only person she ever knew was herself
she was alone
unafraid but alone
captive in her own mind
tender bits of loneliness
spills out of her and onto the web
words that cannot save her
but they brought solace
endless solace


Monday Mural

Mobile Dreams

a canopy of stars
swirls in your yogurt cup
ocherous straw wines
crashed bits of gravel
all drenched in the silver sky
mobile dreams
ready to be pluck by anyone


Friday 5: crash, yogurt, straw, gravel, ochre

Bleeding

a cup full of bleeding words
thrown out by you to me
they paced among the soils of yesterday's screams
settling uncomfortably
into the concrete pages of my heart


One Single Impression

Reflection

reflections deceive
two of you
two of me
for a moment
a match made blurred
colliding in the double glass panes
under saturated graffiti and dirt
I glance over
you're no longer in view


One Single Impression

Yellow

her shoes
shaded in bright sunlight
stands just a few inches away
across the platform
silent in her movement
yellow warmth
replaces the cold concrete
each step
momentarily brightens her path


One Single Impression

Gone

she left without leaving
packed a big suitcase with tiny locks
all her small possessions
blank books and empty wishes
traveling through a jungle of new land
she slipped farther and farther away
placing new distance between us
sheltered in a small box with walls
she dreams of yesterday's voyage


Totally Optional Prompts: Absent Friends

Bent

the wind and rain press you against the walls
you held onto your umbrella
your precious fingers bent
fragile in their silent crusade
volatile echoes of your thoughts flutter in the air
having no way to clarify what they are
you chase them away
into the fantasy withheld in your mind
even the reversal of time
could not find you peace


Jigsaw Poem using words by commentators at Poets Who Blogs

Digital Daydream

spring drifts away
spiraling into a digital daydream
into the land of summer blues
a million pixels of aluminum quivers
tucked under the white folds
of cross streets and vanilla skies
a crowd walks
sedated in their task
without care
without knowing
a zephyr soon to send
them into another dream


Monday Mural

Date

love falters
on the edge
a smack on the lips
a kiss of no reprieve


Mad Kane's Poetry Prompt: Dating

Waltz of night

a virtual memory delayed
her mind diving close to the edge
catching rays of terrestrial impulses
in the deep end of her bi-ocular mind
dreaming in an ocean full of alien words
moving through an unfocused waltz of night
soon to be waken by the daylight of tomorrow


3WW: delayed, edge, focus
Writers Island: Impluse

Faces

photo by Frances at Blogjem, who kindly let me post it here

they stare but they don't look at you
their faces crimson with lonely joy
their bodies pressed against the wall
happiness escape their lips
as their eyes looks downward
hoping for you to notice them
hoping they would be caught
before they fall
downcast into despair
hoping every day
to be taken home


Writers Island: Liberation

Hello

sitting at a new cafe
muffin crumbs in their paper boxes
tables side by side
two soda mugs
the day before summer ended

you stood up
your back toward me
stretched your arms like a cheerleader
the sun all around you

I stared forgetting to blink
then you turned around
smiled
a friendly nod my way
as you walked away

in the middle of a rain storm
I sat on the front steps
watching the rain dripping down
onto the cracked pavement
on my feet
flip-flops in green and gold
against the streaks of rain
I saw you

your bike shiny in the moonlight
your yellow boots a neon glow
your favorite shirt soak
a silly grin on your vibrant face
I stood up
meeting you at the gate
you said hello