UNTELLABLE

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When I look into your eyes,
I wonder when I know you from.
It seems I’ve lived many lives
and you were definitely a character
in one, if not more, of them.
Were you a childhood friend from the neighborhood?
Did we expand our brains together in college?
Are you an actor and I only recognize you from TV?
Or, were you an actor when I was too
and we used to sit in waiting rooms
running lines nervously together
while sizing up our competition?
Were you a regular in the bars I tended?
Or did I suck down many a drink
on the other side of the bars you tended?
Are you a musician who’s mug I’ve captured with my lens?
Maybe you loved to shop the Mag Mile and used to buy my baubles…
or perhaps you owned a shop that I sold my wares to.

I tell you, I look into your eyes and I see a glint of recognition.
Where, when, why and how did we once cross paths?
I know I’ll wake up at 4 in the morning with the answer
until then, I’ll just wade around in my brain
searching for clues.

(Source: untellable)

carefully gathered
dust bunnies
of lost lives
that skulk
in the background
making appearances
only when
it’s most
inappropriate…

these are the things
of nightmares
these days

nobody wants
their dirty secrets
wandering out
revealing all of the
careless corners
of our lives.

(Source: untellable)

1. What’s your poison?

2. Late night or early morning?

3. Is romance dead?

4. What do you do to cure boredom?

5. At what age do you think you become an adult?

6. When you were a little kid, what did you think you’d grow up to be?

7. What is love?

These are things I want to know.
Do you have any answers for me?
Anyone?
Bueller?

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I’ve developed a twitch in my eye. I think it’s my mind trying to remind me of something. It’s like a child tugging on its parent’s coattails in search of their attention. It’s a nagging feeling; every time it happens, I feel like it’s telling me that I just lost another moment in time. Twitch, tock, tick, twitch. My physical body is communicating with me, I’m sure of it. My mind has been having an affair with my animus, entertaining its m.o., tracking it like a predator, allowing it hold court and preside over my better judgement. Is my physical body jealous? Or is it trying to show me that’s what it wants too? I’m just not sure what my twitch is trying to tell me. The fact that it’s in my eye leads me to believe that I need to see something. It seems to happen whenever I’m feeling frustrated and upset (so often these days), but I don’t think it’s trying to get me to see what’s happening in front of me…it’s more like it’s trying to get me to see and accept what I’m feeling at that moment. It’s twitching right now. Like, “YES, Yes…that!” I’ve been ignoring my feelings for a long time because they tend to cause trouble. When they eventually overflow into my day to day, all I receive in return is strife. So I tread lightly these days, attempting the near to impossible task of walking on eggshells, twitch I feel as though I’ve become a shell and I’m trying to keep my nest in tact, twitch so that I don’t crack. I’m fairly certain the curtain on the window to my soul is trying to tell me that the pane is about to give and I’ll soon have a mess of broken shards of glass at my feet. I’m feeling fragile. twitch

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there’s a visceral urge that’s got its grips on me
deep inside it’s rearing its seductive eyes
from the long hibernation it’s endured
creeping through my veins
and filling me with passion
that pushes my conscience aside
the primal hunger moves my body
in such a way that my mind acquiesces,
reluctant to challenge such a timeless need,
and it will take whatever is in my path.
this visceral urge plays no favorites
it’s primary function is to satisfy itself
it has been ignored too long
and now it’s out to quench its thirst.

(Source: untellable)

Hindsight eyes tell a different story
from the one that builds slowly in your mind
brick by brick
day by day
patterns often go unseen
sometimes
it takes the distance
of hindsight eyes
to take it all in
to see things
as they are
not
as you
want to.

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Optimism like a sunrise
showers me with hope
that a new day is rising
perhaps I’ve found a way to cope.

Long shadows cast behind
grow shorter by the hour
their presence, I don’t mind
a reminder of what’s been sour
they keep my feet upon the ground
when love and happiness abound.

Optimism like a sunrise
showers me with hope
a forgotten smile in my eyes
tells me there’s no need to mope.

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It’s a quiet moment before the household wakes up. A slice of morning sunshine peeks through the kitchen curtains, making a bright spot on the counter where her empty coffee cup waits for the first pour of the fresh pot of coffee that’s percolating. Her toes curl around the metal frame of the stool she’s perched atop. Her hair is mussed and there’s a black glow around her eyes from remnants of last night’s make up that somehow looks like a perfectly applied light smoky eye. Without trying, she looks like she belongs in the rich part of LA where people try to look perfectly, intentionally unkempt. She savored the silence before the day that lay ahead hooked her by the cheek like a fish and yanked her from her peaceful moment. She prayed that she did not end up gasping for air like the fish always does. The next 24 hours would be brutal. So she opened the cabinet above the coffee maker and pulled out a bottle to make her coffee Irish. Maybe that would numb her enough to help her get through the barbaric torture that she was about to face.

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