heartbreak and cigarettes

Tag: creativity

  • Time.

    Time.

    And over time,
    you will shed
    the layers of
    insecurities
    and untruths
    that you
    patched onto
    yourself
    like an
    uncomfortable
    quilt.

    “Time.” – sugar and sandalwood

  • Learning to let go.

    Learning to let go.

    I’ve had things
    ripped away from me.
    I’ve given things away.
    Some things,
    I’ve lost.
    And in the end,
    it all remains the same:
    I learned to let go.

    “Learning to let go.” – sugar and sandalwood

  • Your worth is limitless…

    Your worth is limitless…

    Your worth is
    limitless,
    like a vibrant,
    fragrant
    field of lilacs
    swaying
    back and forth
    winds
    of the
    spring.

    “Your worth is limitless…” – sugar and sandalwood

  • Life expands.

    Life expands.

    Life expands
    as it goes on.
    Opportunities
    open wide
    with experience.

    “Life expands.” – sugar and sandalwood

  • One year.

    One year.

    Even though a year
    has passed, I still
    think of you and
    what we could have been.

    “One year.” – sugar and sandalwood

  • I waited

    I waited

    I waited for you
    like the sand waits for
    the ocean tide to roll back
    in on the beach. Shifting it,
    rejuvenating,
    making it new again.

    “I waited” – sugar and sandalwood

  • Memories

    Memories

    Reels of film
    unravel
    in my mind.

    Moments lost,
    swept away
    by the hands of
    time.

  • Lost.

    Lost.

    Yesterday, I got lost.
    But,
    I didn’t realize it until I
    reached my destination. Somehow,
    I got to where I was going
    without a map —

    my phone died,
    I couldn’t recognize any strangers
    on the sidewalk with faces
    that looked like they knew
    where they were going either.

    But,
    I’m sure they arrived where they’d intended,
    just as I did, and
    I’m sure, like me,
    they’d had no idea
    they were even trying
    to get somewhere
    in the first place,
    or that they were even

    lost.

    “Lost.” – bem

  • Sight.

    Sight.

    At last night’s dinner party,
    we laughed around the unlit fireplace,
    and dizzy from after-dinner drinks,
    talked about the first time we saw
    something — opened our eyes.

    I never listened to the answers,
    but dazed, contented, and buzzing,
    from amber-colored brandy,
    looked out the window — then crash !
    “What was that?”
    A heavy, white globe rolled across the red carpet —

    The professor palmed it, laughing
    — savored the weight and smoothness of it, then
    pulled up the pane of the adjacent window,
    tossed the baseball back to the boys on the street.

    “Just like that,” he said.

    “Sight.” – bem

  • A world in flux.

    A world in flux.

    A world in flux
    is a world alive.
    Black Sea mixes with
    Red Sea.
    White sand burning
    Gold.
    Oceans blend into
    Oceans.
    Infinite Metamorphoses.

    Nature
    knows no separation.
    Seeds
    blown off trees
    over borders
    crossing
    continents,
    countries,
    city-states,
    counties.

    Mud to mudpies
    clay and clay
    to dust.

    Growth, death,
    re-growth, re-death,
    then back again
    360.

    You and I blend together
    the same.
    Matter turning to liquid,
    melting –
    like chocolate
    fondue
    – all flavors,
    better to dip the strawberries
    in and lick,
    savor,
    swallow –
    dissolve
    again and again.

    “A world in flux.” – bem