before i float away

February 5, 2016February 6, 2016 / my secret innuendo / Leave a comment

new_way

when i let myself want
to tell you myself,
i’m quick to convince myself to stop,
that i don’t want to matter to you.
when i only wanted to ask you,
(to show you)
the best of who i am
before my dazed vision
evaporates
to float away

the end of my story
where we float away
into our twilight
fading…
on edge
from the start
mostly…
i moved away
you missed me, only then
reality in absence
disbelieving heart
that couldn’t sleep…
not understanding
that despite you, despite me
i left
for a dream
reaching out to me
i decided to change
i needed to change
my life

Inspired by WriteYourselfAlive 30 day writing challenge through Rebelle Society

forgetting

January 3, 2012May 6, 2012 / my secret innuendo / 7 Comments

what is it
to forget?

a distant dream
gone by
known by only
a whisp
an ache that pulls
its way back
keeps trying
but cannot stick

or is it
a wish to
know nothing
feel nothing
be nothing
so that the pressure
to be more
absolves

even though
it forgets
it remembers still

i remember

Posted for Poetry Picnic 1/8-1/14/12 on Gooseberry Garden

from here

June 5, 2010May 7, 2012 / my secret innuendo / 14 Comments

from here
in the space absent of you
i have more power to give.

erased are your doubts
gone is the pressure
to be more than i am
for now i can see
that in you, you saw
a perfect soul
and it was me.

your answer to life was me
all questions answered
since the first day i came
into your heart
and i in you
you are a resonance
of my perfect heart
beating
you looked after me like a brother
a best friend.

i find now
that in letting go of something
there is a hidden treasure
to be found
in the experience.

i have found what means the most.

photo from Project 365 app: http://bit.ly/5G0JwQ (via Michele Kamenar)

this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 14 on Jingle Poetry

thanks so much to Jingle for this Best Poet Friend Award on Jingle Poetry

existing

April 28, 2010May 7, 2012 / my secret innuendo / 22 Comments

the mere fact
that i existed
seemed to
drive your heart
and give you courage
to travel
an ocean of time to find me
just to touch me
just to breathe my breath
once

this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 14 on Jingle Poetry

thanks so much to Jingle for this Most Graceful Poet Award on Jingle Poetry