Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Sweet Like A Crow (My Version)


Your voice sounds like a roller coaster sliding along the tracks going straight down a hill
Like a puppy introduced to a new home
Like water rushing through pipes
Like my nightmares haunting me
Like my mother telling me to go home and have dinner
Like my dog dying
A hedgehog being attacked
A vulture attacking its prey
A rain drop dancing in the storm
Like the crunch when eating cereal
Like blood flowing through my veins
Like men fighting for a single woman
A crowd cheering for the Broadway show
A hungry begger on the streets
A young man full of dreams walking to Wall street
Like arriving to a new country
Like a writer typing with a typewriter
Like beef cooked to medium rare
Like punching someone in the face
Like a compliment from the one you love
Like a mother protecting her child
A parade filled with angry teenagers
A corner housing the unwanted
A house with an unhappy family
Like pushing my ex into the river
Like realizing everything was just a dream
Like the sound I hear everytime you walk around the corner strucking my beating heart.

Sunday, May 10, 2015

The Red Wheelbarrow (My Version)

so much depends
upon
a shiny gold
iPhone
scratched by sharp
keys
ending a fragile
relationship