pressure cooker

It rubs me wrong, but I let it pass...
no energy to waste on that today.
I get annoyed but keep it in...
no words to waste on that today.

But when frustration builds to peak
and there's no more holding back,
All energy is spent on the release
as my body involuntarily cracks...

they run from my eyes down angry cheeks
and I hate the way they feel.
Don't mistake them for hurt and baby me,
I'm just releasing steam.

masked

A disappointment.

Many remedies tried and failed;
A problem perpetuated; a
Search for a cure or a cover, but
Knowledge of none yet successful.

Frustration felt within, that
Overrides hope; a portion of
Radiance starting to fade.

A struggle

Facing forever in a flawed shell,
A constant distraction from that beneath, a
Continuous struggle with an
External reflection.

touched by your words

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

'A Dream Within A Dream' - Edgar Allan Poe

falling short of forever

I heard from you today,
a reminder of time well spent,
of long conversations about everything and nothing,
of meaningful fights and healthy reconciliation.

I heard about you today,
a reminder of results of complacency,
of growing silence and short goodbyes,
of how easily strong relationships can weaken
if you let them.

midnight

Under the midnight's sky,
engulfed in the darkness of the absence of the moon,
the music of the night in full orchestration,
my mind as blank as the canvas before me...
my feet barely find their way to the crater's edge
over which I willingly plunge,
knowing that you'll always be there to catch me.

image effect

Everyone is beautiful
...in the right light.