First TimeThey'd spent much of the day together at his house, telling stories, joking, and having an all-around good time. Now, their mutual friend had gone, and he was driving her home, at the request of his mother. All the way down the avenue, the lights were green. Only once did he have to slow, in order to avoid rear-ending another driver. His thoughts drifted to what he wanted to do, had been wanting to do all day. Occasionally, his dark hazel eyes would flit over and catch her shockingly blue ones. They'd smile, then look back at the road, feeling self-concious. Finally, the white pickup pulled into a non-descript driveway in a not-so-good neighborhood, far from the proper trimmed lawns and lovely gardens of his block. The grass was something less than green, unruly, and the duplex looked like it needed some serious work. However, he only had eyes for her as they held hands. After some moments of prec
SilenceA lack of thoughtsOr just of words?A gentle humAcross phone linesThe quiet rushOf passing signsAn intake of breathWith thoughts in mindThen letting it goTo not waste timeWhen we're togetherWho needs to talk?My hand in yoursOn a silent walkIn abscence of voiceThe world stand stillBut silence means moreThan words ever will-S.P.
Steel PaintbrushA paintbrush made of steelAnd bristles made of leadThis palette of colorsInside of my headA ceiling for my canvasThis abstract piece of minePrime the paintbrushWait for the timeWith a stroke of the brushThe colors flyA starburst patternAppears to my eyesStaring at my workLying on my backI wonder what they'll thinkAs the world dims to black-S.P.