Choices
The air between us is cold and calm and silent.
Perhaps it's that we are too scared to speak,
Or perhaps it's because we don't want to ruin the moment.
But there is no moment to spoil.
Everything around us is moving,
Everything around us is living .
We aren't even noticeable,
But you turn your head because you say you feel someone's eyes on you.
I think it's actually because you don't like
Making choices.
They're too permanent.
But you're no Atlas.
You don't have the sky on your shoulders.
You only have my heart on the line.
Maybe I shouldn't say only,
But I know that's how you see it.
Maybe that's what I get for wearing my heart on my sleeve.
Boys VS Men
When a boy tells you he loves you.
When a boy tells you he loves you, he'll say it with a grin.
When a boy calls you beautiful, he is talking about your face.
When a boy calls you gorgeous, he is talking about the perfect curves
Of your body, and the way your hair falls at your breasts.
When a boy loves you, he will hold your hand in his and makes promises
Of forever.
When a man tells you he loves you.
When a man tells you he loves you, he will mean every word.
You will see it in his eyes.
When a man calls you beautiful, he is talking about your soul.
When a man calls you gorgeous, he is talking about the fire in your eyes
And the glow in your cheeks and the passion in your voice.
When a man loves you he will do anything to prove it.
He will stick by your side and lift you up when everything is pulling you down.
He will know when to leave you be, but not to wander too far.
When a man loves you, you will never be left questioning his feelings.
Body Language Speaks
Body Language Speaks
The applicant for publicity manager
stood with folded arms
looking quite disinterested
at the elderly lady sitting
behind the desk in the office.
The lady was speaking softly
on the phone to a woman about flying a
twin-engine Lockheed Electra.
She looked up at him and said
"Good morning Sir my name is Amelia.
You are early for your appointment. "
She hung up the phone and slowly but steadily
walked over to him extending a firm hand
and was surprised in receiving an extremely weak
handshake from such a young man.
She continued telling him she used to fly
and was giving her great granddaughter tips
on the safety of small aircraft flying.
Hah he thought with no respect to her at all
and without even looking into her sparkling eyes
the old bag is full of crap I am not buying into her message.
Amelia indeed... and flying ...she is so crazy he thought.
Amelia left the room leaving the man slouching in a chair
fidgeting with his ear and playing a game on his cell
phone making facial signals of discomfort and anxiety.
Amelia returned with coffee and pastries
and she noticed he was looking down when he heard her enter
with the tray, not even lifting his head to acknowledge her
or offer to help with the tray. He kept his distance from her
showing he was uncomfortable,distrustful and disinterested in Amelia.
Amelia saw a lack confidence in this man with poor self esteem.
Little did he know she owned the business hand picking her employees.
© 2016 Julia A Knaake
Love
When you fall in love with a writer,
You become the very words of her work.
When you fall in love with a writer,
She paints your world with the magic of her ink.
When you fall in love with a writer,
She holds you dear to her heart,
So her pen won't bleed pain.
When you fall in love with a writer,
She'll drown you slowly,
In the waters of her own depth.
You just have to fall in love with a writer,
To know what love can bring you.
BleedingVeins
Silent Love
I watched him,
Staring at me.
I fought away the feelings
That I knew I carried for him.
My eyes moved to his lips,
As I dared to daydream
About kissing him:
Slowly and passionately.
I fought the urge
To hug and hold him.
All I wanted to do
Was keep him warm.
He is my best friend,
I do not wish
To break him,
As he tries to fix
my broken, jagged pieces
Of a heart that never was,
Quite complete, because some fathers,
Disappear before their daughters
Can open their eyes and cry.
The space between words
In my adult life, I've never really had much to say
I've often liked the space between words
Errant words fired into the darkness
In hopes of lighting up a conversational target
I feel a fool when I open my mouth and
A deluge of my life pours out,
My hopes, and fears, hobbies, and why I cried last night
Only to be met with an errant "uh-huh"
As the listener politely waits for their chance to talk.
Never probing into what I had to say
Never trying to understand who I am
Just a gentle eye-roll and their turn to tell me what interests them
So there's no space between words.
I never feel safe, or warm, or at home around that.
The lies of our youth are that your family will always make you feel at home.
And today my father stared blankly ahead after asking how I was.
Only to reply "uh-huh" and change the subject to television.
Because he didn't like the space between words just then.
The space between words are where
I hug my knees and sit in the shower
Volcano hot scalding my back,
As I beg the universe to reward me for trying
Trying to find new acquaintances to fill the old dents in the couch
And giving me a reason to shake the dust off the curtains.
So there's less space between words.
That's where I fell in love too.
Sure, we talked a lot. Ideals, and philosophy
Argued over the presence of a divine God.
In the presence of a divine goddess
But between each of those words, in that space
She wove her spell, in the silence between the incantations of the conversation.
I'll never understand why there can be so much meaning
In such a tiny space.
But you can fit a whole world of understanding
In the space between words.