Personal

The things that others
can't see
don't know

You and Me

Its like a rock
in a crashing ocean
a tree in
hurricane wind
you sit still and certain

i love u
like home

It Happens

It Happens
like sunshine behind
light rain
you may not notice its heat
right away
you may not notice the light at all
but there it is
making diamonds
out of every drop

It Happens
like color
that splashes
onto a wall
changing plain
to magnificent

It Happens
Slow like
the pink the grows
and shrinks
behind orange and blue
jagged lines
a sight you could miss
if you looked away
or became distracted
for even a second

Dripping slowly like fig jam
soaking through toast
It Happens

If you asked me before
or if you asked me after
the answer would be the same

that tender
taste of
love
is sweetest
when its ripe
and falls
on its own

My Ode to Ashkan

 There’s a guy

Who I’ve known

For not even a year

Though I’ve seen his curls

Wiggle to the sky

And his smiles

change the traffic lights

There was a morning

When I was so sad

He sent me moving pictures of him

In the basement next to the pink box of detergent

A boxy black and white instrument

In his hands

Up and down sound shoot through

Computer speakers

And suddenly

There’s life

Green is growing

Maybe a sun is shining

And hidden from under

A mound of Emptiness

Is a smile

Previously lost

In a pocket

Of a coat

I thought I gave away

He told the Richards to shut up

Certain and stubborn

So I did too

His heart is rare, like a stone

No one knows the name of yet

He’s a quiet guy

Though they think he’s loud

He’s cooking ideas

When others are sleeping

He’s loba

and he is very important

like a badge that gets you into

some awesomeness room