Perception is key

I walked up to you, talking about butterflies.How they formed from the uglyand morphed into a creature we could only dream of. You said something along the lines of howbutterflies can be beautiful to me,but the credence of it is more complicated than that. I tilted my head and took a step back, confused.Butterflies had … Continue reading Perception is key

The past

The past catches up to me,hands me an old file,and walks away without saying a word. It takes a while for me to open the file,not wanting memories to take overand leave me unproductive for the night. But when I do, I fall to my knees.Pain, joy, terror, love, disappointment, and reliefall swarm me, taking … Continue reading The past

The stars

I count the stars, which sounds impossible, but since I live in the city, I can. The night is a brown-gray mix with a handful of white dots. They blink a few times, checking to see if I’m still watching.  I am. Sometimes the red one—Mars—comes out for a hello. A legendary stardust member. It … Continue reading The stars

The seas could stop us

I kept you in my pocketSafe and warmFrom the frigid, destructive seas Their words shoutedHarsh and coldBut you never heard a wave A hinge shifted underneath usNew and troubledAfter the world turned upside down You fell out of my pocketUnprotected and vulnerableNo longer under my influence You cried that I had left youAbandoned and motionlessBut … Continue reading The seas could stop us

Dicey sea

The dice rolled a sixty-three.We all cheered as you rose with your smile.You waved like we all shared the same happiness.But in reality, it was only for you. The dice rolled a twenty-seven.The crowd went silent as I stepped up.I was so close yet farther than the sky.To help, they tied cement shoes to my … Continue reading Dicey sea

Dear California

Dear California,I can’t get you out of my mind.What is it like with all thatgreen and opportunities to spare? Dear California,Are the constellations still in your eyes?Or have you fed us enough lies?Am I really a no one to the moon? Dear California,Reality is not all what it seems.But I hear your laughter three states … Continue reading Dear California

Ghostly goodbye

I whispered to the wind because there’s nothing left.No words I could sayto bring your soul back around. I mumbled goodbyeand pretended you said it backbecause that’s easier than the truthof hearing silence. Copyright © Robin LeeAnn