Brevity #10: Realization

I have come to realize that perhaps, that glorious word the poets search for—written in the stars, painted between the sky and the ocean, inked among each sentence and paragraph—it is not written in my stars, nor it is painted between my sky and my ocean, though I often inked it among each my sentence and paragraph. Maybe that glorious word, Love, will never come to grace my world.

Brevity #9: Self Fulfilled Prophecy

In a flash,
I was struck
by blindness.

With a blow,
I was hit
by numbness.

I saw the signs.
Silent whispers
fluttered to my ears.

And so it is,
you fulfilled
that expectation.

Or perhaps,
I've fulfilled
that prophecy.

Brevity #8: Silence, Word

With words
you woo me.

With words
you break me.

With silence
you crush me.

In silence
—I'll vanish.

Brevity #7: Space

You came
occupied my place.
Turning things
upside down.

You came
filled an empty corner.
Bringing warmth
alongside chaos.

You left
vacated a room.
Leaving foot marks
fingerprints allover.

You left
emptied your spot.
I sleep diagonally
to fill in the space.

Brevity #6: Patience

Sometimes you make me feel high.
Most times you make me feel low.

At times, things feel right.
Other times, things are so wrong.

Your caress fills me with joy.
Yet your abandon left me crushed.

I am struggling to love
your imperfections perfectly.

Wondering, along the way,
How long will my patience stretch.


"Nobody's perfect," said a friend.
True, but if I feel like some pieces don't fall into place, should I ignore it? Nobody will change, so I must learn to accept --or simply walk away.