Yeah ... that.

You ever been with, around or close to someone
Who makes you feel so much?
Amplifies every color?
Makes your skin glow from the slightest touch?
Finishes your sentences
And invades your thoughts?

Yeah, that.

That one who notices every little detail
From how you wear your hair
To the faintness of your perfume smell
How your brow raises in thought
Or when your mood changes
He's right there cheering you on
Arms wide open, hugging you so warm

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much
He laughs at your corny jokes and such
His gaze is so focused, you are afraid he'll see right through you
And when your eyes meet his
He feels the complete you

Yeah.
That.

Too bad, he's the guy across the street, or behind the counter
Or he's taken by another
Or he's just a figment in your dreams
Yet you keep holding on to the feeling
That one day he'll notice you and wake you up

©2015 Sharbi3

writing SOMETHING cold

i wanted to write something 

 S o m E T H i N G 

 just joking, Ha! 

 listening 2 D'Angelo 
tellin' me 2 send it on
 i realize that 
i 
do 
not 
like
winter 

 or  cold 
 it's chill y frost y

        without warmth 

 of another person near 

 2 snuggle 
chill away 
 tell me spring is on it's edge 

 that's not what I wanted to write either 

 just a sentimental feeling 

 about how much 
i actually 

hate 
winter 

 i always remember my favorite poem 
by Robert Frost                     Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening 

... i have miles to go before I sleep, 
              miles to go before I sleep 

alert to all that is going on around me 
 trying to decide 
where to focus this energy 
 manifesting in me 
 as the universe conspires 
 for me
 to bring me 
to a place 
it says is for me 
be around those 
that are (in)for me 
 want to be with me in spirit, guidance, learning,
 adding more roots to my tree 

 I do not like this time of year 
with consumerism, 
there is no cheer for me 
 celebrating a fake baby 
that did nothing for you 

or me 

not succumbing
 to a fallacy 
 bright and shining star is already present 

 within me 
 i am present, 
 gift  me 
      you are my gift 
 my treasure 
here on earth 

 but i am not seen 
 beneath the dark, cold sky 

 twinkling 
in my eyes 
 hidden by shadows 
  moonlight has yet to capture 
out side crisp night air, 
(in)side a heated space
i will lay my head down 
 dream of sandy beaches 
far away 
 where  warm waves 
of ocean caress my feet 

 i will dream away these winter blues 
believing in warmth 

 summer's radiant hues 
 i'll put on my fuzzy socks 

creating friction
remove chill from my feet 
as i cocoon myself in cotton blankets 

 did i remember to write something?

  S O M E T H I n G 

 i 
do 

not 
like 

 winter 

 it's too cold 

my thoughts are frozen 

(c) 2014 Sharbi3

It was all in my head

It's a funny thing. The mind.

It harbors such trivial, yet meaningful things.

Gate keeper of dreams.

Guardian of emotions.

Great sorcerer of fantasy.

Genius thought, some imaginary.

Appearance out of vacant air

Just there

In the forefront

Standing out

waiting for recognition 

Then once realized 

Not quite sure, it has materialized

You can touch it, hear it, see it

It's what you so patiently awaited

Once feeling as if it could have dissipated

but no 

Its still there 

and you are afraid 

To grab it 

Feel it 

Speak it 

Because the mind is a funny thing 

Draped in reality, half fantasy 

It's real 

It's there 

Just take it as it has been presented 

Don't over think it 

And watch it disappear

©2012 Sharbi3