An echo of chemistry
A password lock to reach your heart
Only me in the overlap of the Venn diagram
Tag Archives: writing
Out Of This World
Tonight this car
Won’t get me home
I need a flight
To the stars to reach you
A Lesson That Should’ve Been Learned From Playing Rock-Paper-Scissors
You were a flower
I was concrete
Yet with each petal plucked
My walls turned into some substance that could be cut with scissors
You were supposed to be paper
A delicate thing that could crumple
I was supposed to be a rock
Forged from the hard and harder
But you weren’t a flower
And I wasn’t concrete
You were the sheet
That covered me
What Am I? #2
Sevenfold beauty
Undulating presence
Peaceful to disagreeable
Relaxing to thrashing
True depth unmeasured
A mystery of darkness
What Am I? #1
Second cousin to expectation
Buried beneath a costume
A fragment of pleasure
A Silent Poem
.
Mondays
The first day of the week
I wish I could ungrow up
Taller Than Everest
Climbed the mountain of commitment
Unaware of all the casualties at the top
Who knew peer pressure was taller than Everest?
Taboo Haikus
These are not haikus
Taboo has leapt into them
They contain cutting words
Social Contemplation
By Benjamin Grossman and Cassa Bassa
In rainy March
I long for a
philosophical whisper over tea
The smell of possibility permeating
Your gaze an infusion of heaven
Barely we know where we are
Yet we know where we’re going
With some echo of curiosity
On a bed of uncertainty
I inhale your essence
Drink in your presence
Only we temper the inner warmth
Steeped in each other
Rain is threading through each whisper
Tea left unrequited and cold
In the company of drizzling rain
(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and Cassa Bassa. Make sure you check out her blog by visiting Flicker Of Thoughts.)
