Friday, July 15, 2011

Waking Up is Hard to Do - by Joyce Angelica Verdad

Drifting to sleep, my eyelids comply and they close. Eyes shut but my mind is running like crazy, weaving my dreams for tonight. Not surprisingly I see you there. You never leave my thoughts during the day, why would it be any different at night? 

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Once in a While - by Joyce Angelica Verdad

Whisper my name as you touch my cheek
and after you pull it back 
I can still feel its warmth
gaze into my eyes as you continue to talk

Seeing Nonsense - by Joyce Angelica Verdad

When around you
I see ants dancing in circles
doing the tango around a bright yellow mango.