Careening Out of Necessity

Amidst the chaos we drift towards each other
Not because we’re right together
Not because we fit corresponding molds

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We careen out of necessity
An attempt to achieve sanity
I fall into you, you collapse on to me

We find stillness in breath
Synchronicity in thought
Harmony in intuition

My push, your pull  is comfortable
We move out of anarchy

So soyez tranquille, soyez tranquille…
But will our hearts still grasp for one another once we’re free?

My Friend… The Moon

As I collect the remains of the day
I think about what was…
I pick up the broken pieces of her
I sweep up the broken promises of mine
I gather my thoughts

Come night,
I’ll talk with my friend… the Moon.

He’ll tell me a love story
He’ll tell me about his beautiful woman
A woman… He never sees
A woman… He never speaks to
But his beautiful woman nonetheless

My friend will tell me
not to worry…

I’ll find a new woman
She will be perfect for me
… just like his woman

She will be beautiful
… just like his woman

She will have fiery red hair
… just like his woman

But, I tell him
You’ve never met your women

and he says
Neither have you… yet

*I originally tried to write this in french but due to the pesky rules about the Moon being feminine, it didn’t work…. I’ll pen a french poem soon though.