SmileRain clouds were sweeping in
As the sun set behind us.
You were behind me as I
Opened the door and let us inside.
You smiled, your beautiful smile,
I could never forget it.
A month later, I saw you again
Only in a dream, but it was a good dream.
Not much happened beyond a chess match
But your smile was just as bright.
I awoke in the morning, you on my mind
Wishing that I'd see that smile for real.
A month ago, that wish came true
But at a price I didn't want to pay.
You smiled that smile for another
I was lucky to have caught a glimpse.
Your smile was also powerful
Strong enough to break my heart.
If I dreamt about you tonight
I'll wake like I did many months ago
Wishing to see your smile.
I could never forget your smile.
Though the unfortunate truth is
I don't even know your name.
CrunchesShe sits under a large tree
by the lake
near the dock
where all the kids
jump into the water.
Some book in her hands,
she kicks off her sandals
letting her blonde hair
dance with the wind
as she reads.
Few speak to her.
Some don't have the guts,
others simply fail
to steal her interest
from the book in her hands.
One day I will swipe her eyes;
I will be the one to learn her name.
Water RipplesThe air was getting warm again. Spring was coming through the door. After a cold and unforgiving winter, it felt good to actually feel like the sun was warming your skin.
Edward stood on the walking bridge across Cherry Hill Lake. It was a peaceful view to say the least. Edward's eyes were glaring into the waters, watching them ripple. He was having one of those moments when you find yourself expecting to find the meaning of life present itself in the water's ripples. But there was nothing. He only saw his own reflection staring back at him.
In time, another person came and stood next to him. It was Drew. Edward didn't greet him; he waited for Drew to speak first, like he always does.
"You know, if you keep watching the water long enough," he said, "you'll find the meaning of life float up for you."
"That's what I'm waiting for," said Edward, only looking at Drew via his reflection.
"Or you might drown," continued Drew. "I don't remember how the story goes." Edward didn't respond, most
The Cocktail WaitressThey dress to make me fall in love
with their short skirts and long legs.
A walk of elegance
drawing my eyes all over
their svelte bodies.
There is hope
that maybe I am lonely enough
to give a higher tip
thinking that I may earn her approval;
that an extra dollar
might win her heart.
There could be hope
that it is not fake.
Her smile is genuine
and that the correlating thoughts
are shared between us.
But I know
I am not special to her,
and the feelings she has for me
go out to every other patron as well.
SurroundedThe escalator descends into the tunnels.
People busier than I
rush by me.
I, notebook and pen in hand,
scribble useless writings
as I reach the tunnels.
Pacing on the platform
a man shoulders me.
An accidental run-in by the looks
but that is far from the truth;
this much I just know.
By the time the train arrives
I am scribbling a final note,
so that someone will know what I am.
WaitWe wait for the order
with itchy trigger fingers.
The lights of the city,
artistic in its own right,
with a starry night.
see the world;
Scraps of newspaper
with the slight breeze.
And so we wait,
wait to blink
Wait to open the world.
ChessThe buildings are tall. I'm sitting on a stone railing in a stone courtyard. The buildings surround me, so I'm not sure how I got here. Everything is grey. Even the clouds are grey. A kind of pre-rain wind is brushing by. Until it does rain, I'll remain sitting here. I don't think I have anywhere to go, so there isn't any point in exploring.
A girl walks by. Her skin is a very tan. Her hair is a sharp copper brown. I might've expected a more alluring outfit, but jeans and a small grey hoodie won't get me thinking any less of her. She looks at me with beautiful black eyes and smiles with a very cute smile. She doesn't stop to say anything to me. She keeps walking.
I follow her. I'm not sure what's compelling me to do this. It's kind of creepy for a man to follow a woman; I don't want to give her the wrong impression since I sure wouldn't mind courting her. As I follow her, remaining a solid few meters behind her, part of me is thinking she wants me to be following her. Maybe that's just
The Agent There are 99 coffee shops in downtown Washington DC. 45 of them are Starbucks. I'm continuously surprised about both of those numbers. I see this stat at least once a week, not sure where but I see it none the less. Each time, the surprise remains. I see coffee shops on every corner and every block. I guess this city isn't as large as I thought.
I don't even know why I know this. I don't even drink coffee. I drink a lot of hot chocolate. I guess I also like paying a crap load of money for a decently sized cup. And I guess there's something to be said about a young male adult in a coffee shop. It kind of feels like I belong here. Plus there's heat in coffee shops. Heat is nice.
I'm at one 45 Starbucks, one of the few in Dupont Circle, after spending close to six dollars on hot chocolate. That hot chocolate is waiting more the feeling on my tongue to return, so that it may scorch the taste buds once again. I'm scribbling on a note pad. It's mostly useless gibbe