Category: Poetry


You took pieces of me with you, when you Walked out the door, on that cold December night Now I’m an unfinished jigsaw puzzle, with pieces Missing here and there. Since then I’ve been searching For all my missing pieces, in All the wrong places … Continue reading Pieces.


Sitting by the window, with my face pressed to the window pane

I watch as the skies cry, and I rejoice in their pain

I watch the raindrops slither, reaching the bottom of the glass

I open one window, and slowly reach out

To catch a few raindrops, in my palm

The chilly air is wafting through the open window

The lightning strikes, it’s very sudden

I pull my hand inside, in fear

I wrap a blanket around me, to ward off the chills

I see a girl from my window

Silhouetted in the street lights, dancing in the rain

With her hands outstretched

I can’t see her face, but I imagine she’s happy

She reminds me of my mother, always happy, always smiling

I wonder what she’s doing now

I look up at the skies, maybe it’s her crying

I catch a few more raindrops in my hand

“Don’t cry, mommy”, I whisper

“My hands are not big enough to catch all your tears”

Do you think she can hear me?


-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

Who am I?

I’m the little boy, standing at the edge of a cliff

Screaming at the top of his lungs in ecstasy.

I’m the old man, sitting near the window

Waiting for someone to wave at him.

I’m the puppy that wags its tail, and licks your hand

Following you home.

I’m the florist, delivering flowers

Spreading smiles on everyone’s faces.

I’m the girl, sitting there all by herself

With a book in her hand, and a smile on her face.

I’m the sun that sets, bathing everyone

In it’s orange glow, as they look up in awe.

I’m the moon, that comes peeking out at night

And disappears at the light of dawn.

I’m the stars that shine, only in the darkness

In the velvety night sky.

I’m the book you love, the one

You read over and over again.

I’m the creases in the corners of your eyes,

I’m the wrinkles on your skin.

I’m the dust that settles in your shelves,

The dimples on your cheek.

I’m the rain on a sunny day, and

The rainbow that comes after it.

I’m the wide grin on a child’s face, and

I’m the feeling of falling in love.

I’m the bird, that soars high in the sky

As high as I can go.

I’m the sunshine, and the dark sky.

I’m life, and death, and everything in between.

-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

Love at first sight.

You pick me off the corner

Where I lay

Lonely and forgotten.

You take me home

And close the door

And breathe a deep sigh of relief.

We’re finally alone

You and I.

You look at me

With love in your eyes

And caress me oh-so-lovingly.

You breathe in

My intoxicating scent.

It is disgustingly clear

That you’ve fallen.

Fallen for me

At first sight.

Because with me

You can be whoever

You want to be.

A queen,

A mother,

Or just a girl

Who found love

In a hopeless place.

You let my words

Make love to you.

You’re a junkie

And I’m your drug.

Because I make you

Forget who you are.

I fill your brain

With words

Until they all merge

To form a beautiful picture.

A picture that is my story.

I take you

To places forgotten

Where dreams become reality

And anything is possible.

You spend life

Folded between my pages.

Like I’m the very air

You want to breathe.

You’re a junkie

And I’m your drug.

Because after you read me








-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

The walls around me.

I built walls so high,

No one could climb it.

Waiting for someone,

Who cared enough to try.

A few tried,

But gave up after a while.

Guess they were too tired,

To climb so high.

And then you came along,

With a smile and a song.

Singing about how,

You wanted to break my walls down.

I watched you take a hammer to my walls,

From behind a closed window.

Waiting for you to give up,

Like so many others before.

I watched you work for days,

And weeks, and months.

Never giving up,

Never tiring.

Finally, I opened a window,

And you climbed inside.

And together we broke the walls,

That I had built so high.

You sang a song,

And I finally sung along.

-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

Love me.

Love me,

And I’ll let you win at scrabble.

Put down the book I’m reading,

Just to smile at you.

Pretend to be asleep,

Just to let you watch me a little more.

Go to the beach during sun set,

And watch you instead.

Love me,

And I’ll write poems for you

Letting my words make love to you.

We can make forts,

And fall asleep inside them.

Bake cookies in the kitchen,

And end up having food fights instead

We can go on road trips,

And get lost on the way.

I’ll let you pick the songs

When we drive.

And you can stay up all night,

Listening to me whine.

We can spend Saturdays,

Watching bad TV at home.

Steal kisses on the road,

When no one’s looking.

Love me,

And I’ll give you my soul

And then some.

-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore