the room spins around me… overwhelmed by what i fear… overwhelmed by what i feel… are you as scared as me?… act i: the stage of exhilarating youth & pure innocence… act ii: the stage of unbearable frustration & the burdening of anger… act iii: confusion & possible closure?… i never looked so far ahead… Continue reading “the final curtain”
Month: May 2019
“victoria”
victoria sits across from me with her hands folded she doesn’t need to tell me something’s wrong the pain radiates through her almond shaped eyes and although her skin is flawless there are scars present underneath the surface she speaks slowly and in between each new sentence she sighs, releasing from her body enough air… Continue reading “victoria”
“caddie cornered”
you’re the glowing pale green star on my caddie cornered shelf… and in the dark you shine so bright… an image i take to bed with me every night… i fall into you even when you’re not there… and with each inhale i smell you in the air… your smile – a wicked drug i… Continue reading “caddie cornered”
“level up”
observe the petty voyeurs… looking into your life… the analytical mindless… observe the scapegoat of this place… for this place… never forget the face… this place is too close to reality… this place is too close for comfort… and the irony is they’re not real at all… just plastic images with mouths that speak… robotic… Continue reading “level up”
“sweet & sour”
poetry is emotion, life, love… poetry is born, nurtured and grown… poetry is happiness, sorrow and indifference… poetry is a celebration of inner feelings shared between you, a pen and paper… a wall, a desk… the body… poetry is fierce, disastrous, destructive and dangerous… poetry is passion… with a twist of lemon…. ©1998 josephine b.… Continue reading “sweet & sour”
“(a little girl) lost”
dedicated to the memory of christabel garcia 1978-1997 i wish i felt nothing at all a turn en route to prevent the oncoming fall eyes lost in the ever-growing crowd why couldn’t you just cry out loud? a slight twist of fate one moment too late never to see you again lost without a friend… Continue reading “(a little girl) lost”
“what’s your name, wait don’t tell me”
so we meet again, on these streets of the present… on the intersection of past avenue and future boulevard… the last i saw you were in the midst of a big change… we’ve all gotta make room for change… don’t you remember me, i swear you knew my name… i learned more about you than… Continue reading “what’s your name, wait don’t tell me”
“welcome to the neighborhood”
the past brings you to the present… and the present is just a pit stop from the future… i won’t stop thinking ‘til my daydreams turn into reality… i hail a cab… hey driver drop me off here… and i’ll walk on my own… wander the path before me with $20 in my pockets… and… Continue reading “welcome to the neighborhood”