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when i find him, he'll be spotless;
head to toe, shining wit mystery.
dressed in the finest threads of respect, loyalty, &honesty.
with the scent of faithfulness that lingers even when his presence is long gone.
his smile will be that of the moon's glow upon still waters, with a laugh that rings through my ears like raindrops tapping window sills on an april morning.
he'll drive sweat from his brow detailed with work ethics that of a man who takes pride in his creation.
he'll live in a two s… Continue

im tired of fighting demons.
in my head, around my home, even in my car.
we battle daily, spitting words back & forth land divided by burnt trees & smoke stacks.
we curse the names of those the other loves, or in their case, worships.

you see, they have my soul.
im not too sure how this happened, but they have it.
kept safely, or...not so, in a chest buried deep underground,
not feet.
not yards.
maybe not even miles.

set in the middle of this earth, my soul lays.
i hear it scream for m… Continue

i tried to keep focus on this piece, but obviously my mind just wants to say everything without organization; never the less, this needed to be posted. this is in relation to a soldier i had a serious commitment with. we were engaged, but due to his unexpected move to germany & personal things i was going through, we called it quits. i just wanted to let him know i miss him, & ive been thinking about him for a long time. i still love you sweetie

how cold your tears felt as they slipped… Continue

the taste of understanding, lingers heavily on my crusted lips.
it sinks deep into the skin, leaving traces of confusion & fear in the veins of what your pair would once embrace.
now lost in deserts & 18hour duty routes, my heart calls wearily for a place to hide away;
from all the gun shots & air raids, extensions & newborn veterans.
ive lost the sense of touch when you left here,
packed your duffle & marched out into the sandstorms with your shoulders pulled back & a tr… Continue

it started with a smile,
never too subtle to keep me thinking twice about her gesture,
she slipped right past the living room, eye contact broken only by the individuals spilling out on couches, walk ways and counter tops.

with a wink, she had risen,
from the table now shes closing in, met me by the freezer, told me everything she knew about me.

& what id thought had been reversable now belonged to something more than secrets. a friend of friends had said they love the taste of Nova.
when… Continue