Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Interesting

I walked into the coffee shop
So over it I didn’t stop
To notice that the energy was shifting
Sipping chai I sat a while
Looked over captured by a smile
The rush was instantaneous feelings
You walked up with a book in hand
And asked if I had any plans
I said hello explaining I was writing
You asked if I had anything
That you could read, ironically
The book you had just finished I was reading
(Side note: I was reading The Fault in our Stars at the time)

Pour a cup of conversation
Finding you completely interesting
Sip into a sort of daydream
Like the way you say exactly what you’re thinking
“This is some delicious dialog”
Thank you for treating me 
You are interesting

I get so bored with simple minds
And you my friend are countertype
A killer grin inquiring, “What’s your story?”
“My story or the one I’m writing?”
“Either one is cool with me”
Your candor and your wit feel so inviting
I gotta go but here’s my number
Snow is falling in December
Three weeks later you are asking to personify
That day was an experience
As if you’d read my narrative
But fiction novels can’t compare to air supply

Pour a cup of conversation
Finding you completely interesting
Sip into a sort of daydream
Like the way you say exactly what you’re thinking
“This is some delicious dialog”
Thank you for treating me
With respect and a side of sensuality
A jolt of hope inspiring creativity
All I know is I am finding you completely
Interesting
Interesting

- by shawna ray

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Dry Dreams

All these dry dreams
In the land of bent bones
Simple is kind to me
But there's a craving t in my soul
Thirsty dry dreams
Longing to lap it up
I don't know what awaits me
All I know is I've got to go
From this silence
Calling in the distance
Waking up I listen
To the song bird sing
I am streaming
But the outlets are dammed up
I don't know what awaits me
All I know is here I've become
A heap of dry dreams
In the land of bent bones
Simple is killing me
There's a craving in my soul
With thirsty dry dreams
Longing to lap it up
I don't know what awaits me
All I know is I've got to go
I've spent years in this resistance
Hiding far from your rejection
Dodging claims and criticism
I have tried and I have failed
Still the voice inside reminding
There is more that is in store
Art is quenching, I am drinking
Lips are thirsty for some more
Nectar for dry dreams
Healing for bent bones
Simple is not me
There is music in my soul
With thirsty dry dreams
Longing to lap it up
I don't know what awaits me
All I know is I've got to go

shawna ray, today 2/7/12
www.shawnaray.com