dual

It's not the flowers or the poems,
the never-ending drama stories,
compromises or disagreements...
not the Kodak moments or cuddles,
late night long goodbyes or butterflies...
not the insecurities or reassurances
fights, spites, kisses or misses...
but the constant knowledge of companionship,
a comfort of being carried in another's thoughts.

higher than high

Your legs move, driven only by the pulsing sound of the system that drives your heartbeat. Your body is tired, but you just can't stop. Not now. Not yet.

Too much excitement to release. Too much intensity building. An overwhelming connection with strangers who possibly have nothing else in common, but their love for music; their love for soca.

roaring

I can tell you're not sad anymore
from the way your lips move
and the tears streaming from your eyes

I can tell you're not depressed anymore
from the lines in your face
and the sounds of your sighs

I can tell you're not angry anymore
from the forceful sounds you emit
and the way your voice cries

I can tell your spirit is lifted
because you laugh hard with me

the slightest chance

It is the unknown that keeps us going...

a hope that the time we have not yet met
will be different... better
than that we have already left behind;
that our circumstances will change;
that we'll impact someone somewhere;
that some things we hold dear
will continue to keep our interest,
and that we too will continue
to keep the interest of those we love;
that we'll someday live in a moment of peace;
that people can in fact change;
that we too can change... for the better.