A Journey To Be Had

The morning clouds cling to the green mountains as a child instinctively clutches its parent's thumb.  We pass by the mountains of forests and the rows of trees fly by as the flipping pages of a book.  So much to explore in every line but no time to stop and take it all in.  We rush off to the mystery of Vienna ahead of us, not to return until we're experienced what each of us is thinking will complete our visit.  Some will leave happy, some sad, and some will be left having walked the streets of the city but only as they watch the lights disappear in the distance will they realize they'd had their eyes closed the entire time.

The Aroma Of Amor

Adding the oil and flour to the sautéed garlic I lean in to smell the aroma that reminded me of home.  A little surprised by the arm leaning across my back, gently resting his hand on my waist, I looked up to find him smiling down at me.  He looked me right in the eyes without hesitation, staring at me with his hazel grey eyes, that seemed to change colors with his mood.  At the moment they were a warm caramel like the sauce simmering in the pan.  His sharp features came in at his chin, accented with the smooth point of the bridge of his nose.  His hair was perfect without any work of his own, black as night with flawless spikes and a touch of careless hand combing.  I could tell he was hot by his ears.  Flushing to the same color of the tomato sauce I slowly poured into the sauce.  I tried hard to keep from smiling as I noticed the almost invisible dimples slowly forming.  I could tell he enjoyed watching, but his take charge personality couldn’t be suppressed as he reached to take the whisk from me, his eyebrows furrowed as he focused on the job at hand, completely absorbed in keeping the bubbles from forming with his shoulders held back proudly.

Where Have All The Men Gone?

 

   The world is lacking men.
 Everywhere I look I find only boys.

Where have all the men gone? 

Why do they not ask girls on proper dates anymore?

Why do they flirt and use, but never appreciate and give?

Where have all the men gone?

Boys need to stop being children and stand up for their manhood. 

Women should be treated like ladies not goods. 

Men should hold doors, 

hold their tempers, 

And hold girl's hands instead of their bodies.
 Where have all the men gone?

Boys lose their strength too easily,
They can't walk girls home without coming in for the night.
They can't help a girl without getting something in return
They can't do the right thing and tell the girls goodnight.

Or maybe the men have gone because they lost their eyes.
They no longer saw women, they saw bodies being thrown at them,
They no longer saw innocent girls, only girls asking to be taken advantage of and told lies,
They no longer saw ladies with dignity, they saw desperately sent pictures on IM
 They no longer had any ladies to see.
 So the men are all gone, they were right to leave,
The men have all gone because there were no ladies left to please.

A Swing Dance

Flirting glances, hair curls, and batting eyelashes - accompanying giggles sounding out - stepped on toes and more flips and twirls - People spun, twirled - girls dipped and blushed - chaos - shy smiles - nervous steps - flaring skirts - blaring music - moments of bravery asking to dance - following relief as accepted

Beautiful Girl

The beautiful girl looked in the mirror, eyes sunken with disappointment.  She saw her hair, black as night that fell over her shoulders as too ratty, too frizzy.  Her hands came to her smooth fair skinned  but hallowed cheeks that she knew only too well were covered in acne.  Her slim figure, starved for nutrition, was pronounced by her small angular hips. She looked at them with disgust, knowing every roll, every bit of fat, and it killed her.  She looked into the mirror staring at herself with hatred and dissatisfaction.  She was not perfect even though she tried so hard to be.  Her eyes came to stare back at her in all their lovely blues.  As she stared at herself, she saw what she had convinced herself so thoroughly was true.  She was ugly and nothing more.

Cold Kisses

The blinding white snow fluttered and fell into a perfect pile all around.  It was so cold and perfect, without blemish as it laid untouched.  Sparkling, like diamonds, the snow swirled up into the wind only to be gently laid down again.  Never ceasing, it falls evermore to cover the earth before anyone can wake, and appreciate it’s beauty.

The Familiar Place In An Unfamiliar Place

Keeping my eyes open, feet softly padding over the soft carpeted hallways that were deserted at this hour of the night.  I yawned, feeling my shoulders ache under the weight of my heavily loaded backpack. Finally reaching my destination after walking the seemingly endless airport hallways, I took a deep breath and walked up to the bored looking desk tenant.  Giving her my most sympathetic smile, trying my best not to bite my lip from nervousness.  "Hey, I, umm.., I need a room please." I said with the slightest stutter tucking my hair behind my ear.  She responded with the slightest raise of her left eyebrow and violent typing that should have been labeled as keyboard abuse at the length she kept her nails.  I smiled and thanked her as she handed me the key card then walked quickly to the elevator, pressing the button.  I stood impatiently, feeling the growing ache in my shoulders under the weight of my backpack.  After an eternity the elevator door slid open and I stepped in.  My luck, never failing, caused the door to open one floor later to produce a young man dressed in a purple pair of footed pajamas with a monster in hand. I gave a slight smile then proceeded to slowly sway from standing on my heels to toes then back again, avoiding eye-contact.  I clenched my teeth trying my hardest not to yawn as we passed floor 10 in complete silence with only the elevator dings at each floor to let us know time hadn't suddenly paused without our knowing. The moment the doors opened on floor 13 I made a break for it and left with a small "Night" before heading down the hall.  As I walked I was completely caught up in the hypnotizing carpet patterns that always seem to line the floors of hotel halls, sadly forgotten and under appreciated  that I only just realized I was going the wrong way when I reached the end of the absurdly long hallway.  Backtracking, Careful not to get caught again by the intriguing carpet again I found my door and slid my key feeling like an agent and slipped into the room.  Honestly wiped out, I dropped my bags and fell onto the end of the bed slipping off my shoes before I curled up, letting out my breath.  Eventually I made my way to the top of the bed where I pulled open the stale feeling covers like a sardine tin and slid my feet in feeling the cool but soft sheets.  I laid my head down on the pillow and sank into it, smelling the familiar scent of hotels that I never could quite explain, except that it was that of hotel. Mildly like plastered walls and fresh linen, but also something else that will most probably always remain a mystery to me.  I laid there in the dark room with the lights from outside seeping through the edges of the thick curtains, trapping the room in prison bars of light. Letting out my breath trying to sink into the soft bed and relax my still complaining shoulders I said a silent prayer then passed out in moments to face the next day.