An Excerpt on Boy-Crazy

I don't know what it was with the last full-moon, but it definitely had me going loopy - and a tad boy-crazy. Okay no, perhaps more than just a tad. Found a laughable reflection in my journal. Thought I'd share. Enjoy.

"Act Like a Lady Think Like a Man"

I think I've become boy-crazy.

Yes. I believe it must stem from being single for so long. I've got crushes all over the place. I entertain the thought of dating practically every other guy that I meet. I run them through a quick evaluation in my head: pick them up and examine them from every angle and pocket them away as "potentials" or discard as I see fit.

It's weird. And inappropriate. I know. And I can't seem to help it. It's like a single ladies' game up in my head while I practically lead the life of a spinster.

haunted

I am -
at a point where I hesitate to crack
my old journal entries Open - for Fear
that I will find within its pages
the dilapidated dusting of Dreams
I have Not fulfilled

or worse - 
to Not find the personal constellation of once-believed-Visions
because I'd once-or-twice forgotten
to write them down.

(I confess that I run around with a constant fear that I will lose my heart and hopes in this city.)

lame secrets we all share

sometimes i like to play songs and pretend they are meant just for me

NYE countdown

it was supposed to be a joke...
                                                     but then I  - 
                                                                         couldn't stop kissing you
                                                                                          
(geeheehee!)

2012

2012: My heart is full, my soul is still
I hold my breathe in anticipation
of what my lips will
sing

I am making ripples in the water
And it is okay. we are all okay

2013: let us make waves :)

Toe the Line

His promise spews forth thoughtlessly
and hangs in the air between us
carelessly reckless

at work, it's winter, and i'm day-dreaming

i wish it were summer already
so that i may feel the heat on my skin
the lazy warmth of my content heart
and the blooming hope and certainty that something beautiful
is on the horizon

and i do not mind the debauchery
of summer nights
when i trip into some cinnamon-scented bar in sand-dusted sandals.
where we are all unnamed and unknown bodies
- until kissed
our lips revealing universes we’ve all missed
in the winter.
i could be drunk on love or liquor i couldn’t tell
but i’d be inlove regardless (oh well)
oh how i wish it were summer already  ;)