Semantics

Not leaving

is not the same

as staying.

Saying something is a promise

is not the same

as promising something.

OK, fine

is not the same

as yes!

Not talking about something

is not the same

as something not being real.

Wanting

is not the same

as having.

Needing

is not the sam

as loving.

Letting go

is not the same

as walking away.

Not now

is not the same

as never.

Not saying it out loud

is not the same

as silence.

Walking around, making it through the day

is not the same

as living.

Not being here

is not the same

as being there.

Haiku Saturday - I'm Not Always Late, But I Usually Am

I love Trader Joe's
An oasis of cool food
And also, cheap wine

***

Sunny clementines
Just not enough to combat
Sadness and my SAD

***

The green tree sparkles
Each ornament a story
A piece of our past

***

This weird, weird weather
Like a Katy Perry song
Don't mean to like it

***

Friends come and friends go
Someone leaves, someone returns
The key is balance

***

Wonder what I'd say
If Christmas happened today
Would I welcome them?

***

I'm so intrigued by
Four hundred years of silence
And then, the baby

***
Merry Christmas!

Haiku Friday - Cali Edition

Constant ocean breeze
Gentle balm for weary souls
Chilly in the shade

***
Channel Islands rise
Amid mist and haze and clouds
So mysterious

***
Palm trees sway above me
Various seabirds take flight
Should I fear earthquakes?

***
Not quite young lovers
But rediscovering things
We had forgotten

***
We walked and held hands
Along sandy, rocky shore
A new day begins

Nanowrimo 2008 - Gifted

Gifted
She has the gifts most misunderstood, most rejected, most exploited…prophecy, healing, speaking in tongues.
Taught to hide her gifts from childhood, she is horrified when they grow stronger and their presence becomes involuntary through adolescence.
Then what happens when she embraces her gifts, and is tested and fails, and has to find a way to heal again with hands that have killed, has to find a way to speak in tongues again with a voice that has fallen silent, and must prophesy again from a mind that has gone blank?
Who heals the healer? Who can stir the voice of the one who can speak in tongues? Who can open the mind of the prophet?
Soon, and very soon, she will find out.

http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/406747

My snaggletooth girl
Her sweet jack o'lantern smile
Where did the time go?

***

Pull me close to you
Tangle my hair in your hands
Love me, please love me...

***

Tower

The tower is tall
It's strong and it keeps out all
the things that bring pain
***
I hide there sometimes
when thoughts of you crowd my mind
and I can't let go
***
I understand you
Better than you know yourself
I see the forest
***
You made me believe
You let me be romantic
But you don't believe
***
Actions speak louder
You told me that was bullshit
But I was right, then
***
No dignity left
And so I swiftly retreat
Back where you found me
***
Alone and lonely
Crying, broken, cowering
And you walk away

Haiku Very Early Saturday Morning v 2.0

Clouds gather out there

The same clouds gather in here

My life is stormy

***

New schools for them both

Why do I dread this Monday?

They will be just fine.

***

Watching Olympics

For hours upon hours

The best of the best

***

Fires burn, my heart aches

I miss your touch and your voice

I need to see you

***

Fingertips tease me

My skin, all tingly and warm

You know what I need

***

An innocent hug

Nothing to the outside world

Everything to me

Unspoken

My biggest fear is

That if I just walk away

You will let me go

Haiku Very Early Saturday Morning

Are you judging me
As you harshly judge yourself?
We were both willing.

***

Killing me sweetly
With words I want to believe
But somehow, just don't.

***

Focusing on myself
To shift my focus from us
I see the results

***

Heat rises and sways
Shimmering in the morning
Punishing my skin

***

Tears swell in my eyes
My hero has feet of clay
We're all imperfect.

***

Sweetness

Drink my thoughts

and taste the salt in the river

kiss my face and

taste the salt in my tears

make imperfect, lovely caramels and

add salt from the Med

add vodka to pink lemonade slushies and make virgin margaritas

with coarse salt on the rim of the glass

tattoo your name on my hip and my heart and

spill your salty seed across my belly and

love me

love me

love me