Past

I met my past the other day

I asked it please to go away

I took a step

It took one too

I didn't know what I should do

I ran so fast away from it

I thought I’d take a break and sit

You won’t believe what I did find

My past was waiting right behind

Time extends his hand as if to greet

But instead he hurtles me out of my seat

He doesn’t care that I want to stay

I’m thrust behind without a say

From Where I Am

From where I sit indoors

everything is warm

here within I’m not affected

I feel secure and protected

From where I’m situated

I can barely see

A storm outside tormenting

A blizzard unrelenting

I realize I am privileged

And others unlike me

Are displaced outside

They’ve got nowhere to hide

No where to seek shelter

Devastated homes forsaken

A fate they never planned

How do they withstand

The cold, the bitter sting

The hollering winds

The snow falling

From here it seems so distant

My place is so removed

I can’t see how it’s real

No wonder I don’t feel

Questions

"What time did she die?"

We aren't sure, sometime in the past few hours

She didn’t have an off and on button

"Did anything happen? Did she look at anybody, see anyone?”

No, her eyes were closed

She had them open all her years, seen enough of life already

“Why didn’t you call us sooner?”

No time to consult the handbook

We were a little tied up

“So that was it? No last words? Nothing?”

No, she hadn't spoken for days

She was old, she was tired, she had shared enough wisdom during her 95 years

“So, its official, the death certificate is signed?

Yes, they took her away

She won’t be coming back

The Scent of Sin

Based on this ad
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VjpFLBbOpxg

For this fragrance that is more a concept than reality

There is a woman of darkness, and a woman of light as you can see

At first darkness befriends the light

Embraces her, and holds her tight

But suddenly her face changes as she breathes in

She leans closer to catch that scent of sin

Suddenly her demeanor is changed

She grabs for the bottle, she is now deranged

Enraptured as they are in their fight for desire

Unnoticed the perfume is taken by a man dressed in fine attire

Darkness and light continue to thrash about in need

For the delicious, cloying, scent of greed

Pretender

A world of illusion

It’s filled with confusion

It must be amused

As it watches us lose

And fall prey to its lies

I struggle with the darkness every day

I’m desperately trying to find my way

Where do I turn if everything I see

is masked in deceit and mocking me

and just as I think its making sense

the fog is beginning to feel less dense

I trip and I fall and I’m hurt

It seems that the only way to avert

The pain is to surrender

And live my life as a pretender

The Run of Longing

I try my hand at exercising

Breathing in and breathing out

Trying to ignore the burning in my lungs

As my feet pound the pavement

Breathing in and breathing out

Waiting for the calories to burn

As my feet pound the pavement

My lungs gasping for air

Waiting for the calories to burn

I envision the ice-cream I will reward myself with

My lungs gasping for air

As my mouth waters

I envision the ice-cream I will reward myself with

Along with maybe a donut or two

As my mouth waters

And I long for the end of this run

Along with maybe a donut or two

Maybe I’ll get a slice of pizza

And I long for the end of this run

And then  I end this run of longing

A Misunderstanding

I woke up and turned to the left

But in that second bed, under the sheets , there was no heft

It was  8 am and my roommate is a late sleeper

Maybe she went out on call, but there was no buzzing of beeper

I got out of bed and called her name

But she was nowhere to be found, my mind was starting to go insane

After checking all the main rooms

I started to search the closets, even the ones filled with  brooms

My last stop was the bathroom, I immediately looked down at the floor

There was splashes of bright red, it looked full of gore

What I thought was blood led a trail to the trash

All those blood soaked tissues  came from more than a little gash

I ran to my phone, frantically calling my friend

After ten unanswered calls, I knew this was the end

Something must have happened, very very bad

With all the possibilities, my brain was going mad

The day went by, I was nervous as can be

I tried calling the world, but all sources were silent as a tree

Finally at 9 pm, I heard a key turn in the door

I stared agape in shock , my heart began to pound even more 

In walked my unmurdered friend 

Her usually plain nails bright red, the latest trend