Ex-Changes.
Updated on March 12, 2010
Ex-changes.
It came
in a big box,
made up of 10
rooms and a roof,
this holiday season.
It was filled
with loneliness,
all wrapped
up and left
in the corner
of my heart
where the fires of
passion still smolder.
The emptiness
leapt right
out at me,
and has embraced
my days and
nights ever since,
I can't get it back
into the box,
and it's making me wish
that I was in one.
There it goes again,
Pang-ing on the
hollow edges
of my soul,
like the
aching echo of
my own footsteps ringing
in the new
year to come,
with some
old friends,
me, myself, and I.
©-MFB III
Denial In It's Truest Form.
I sit in the
bay window,
fireplace crackling
just to the left of me,
sun beams playing
across my face,
on a rare, bright
cloudless day.
Warming my
pale flesh
on a tropical
beach towel,
in my bathing suit,
like some mannequin
advertising Speedos.
Outside the
snow is
piled high,
much like
white sand,
it too refracts
trillions
of diamond
like specks.
But its cold is
innocuous to me,
in my cozy glass
paned paradise,
I lather on
some copper-tone,
and bask in
the December sun......
"What winter?? "
©-MFB III