Phone Rings

When my phone rings I freeze and think about the last time we met,

the last held hands, the last time we kissed, the last time we just laughed,

the last time you cried on my shoulder



When my phone rings my heart races in hopes to hear your voice,

races to envision your face, races to make you laugh, races to cheer you up

it races to listen to your stories, races to your rescue, races to give you my

undivided

When my phone rings I smile because even with 313 contacts in my phone I

know that before I look at the caller ID there's a possibility that it could be you

When my phone rings I say to myself who could this be and your the first person

that comes to mind

When my phone rings and I see your number, colors become vibrant, the nosiest

background fades to silence, I begin to have tunnel vision with you on the other

end and I cant wait until my phone rings again!

Fantasizery

Ok.. Train flow.. No seat
And time is moving extra slow
Headphones equipped.. Bumping my shit..
And my stop coming quick
Looked behind.. Only to find..
My dream standing outside my mind
Damn !

Hearts racing.. Sweat escaping..
I just couldn't believe what I was facing

I was with her just the other night
The rarest cities.. eating at the finest restaraunt.. walking along the most elegant sunset..
And yet..
Here she is on the train.. Standing before me

Spitting image could not have had a better definition

But how do I...
What would I...
What would she...

I wonder where she's going..
Does she belong to someone else

I wonder can she see me..
Has she dreamed about me

I'm just so confused
Is she real.. Am I dreaming now
I'm at lost for words and all that utters out
is..

WoW !!

All Wrong

Looking into his eyes..

May I look past your chinky eyes
And your gorgeous smile..

These eyes have seen an awful lot
Pain sits on his eyelids
and as he blinks
The flashbacks haunt his very sight
Tears form as I watch first hand
Every painful memory viewed by his very eyes
Unable to remove this staring lock
Rivers flow from the windows of my soul..

Holding his hands..

May I feel your pain..
Relax your nerves..
And hurt no more..

I graze my finger tips with his
And instantly I feel his pain
His walk through this rain
Brutality at its best on his life
Where has he come from
And where is he going
My body grows weak

Awaiting his acceptance speech..

May I ask you to speak for me..
Allow me to understand your dilemmas..
So I may become one with your solution.

Just as he moves his mouth
Nothing comes out
Words unclear
Only thing understood is his fear
Speechless we are left
In a world where silence stands proud
Mentally overpopulated with so much to be heard.


He reaches for a pen and paper..
This was his reply..