I've been gone for a while. Yeah...its like that sometimes. I was just two poems shy of the #30in30 challenge. Wanted to conquer this goal, but it was just within my reach. I would have liked to do this, but I just couldn't. I fell ill during the month of April, and just didn't have it in me. During this period of time though, I did explore the many facets of poetry and then began to fall in love with it over and over again. That's what love is. You think you neglect it, and it was there all along. And its so beautiful, and new, and wonderful when you find something you haven't discovered within it before. That's what love is to me. Love is poetry. During the month of May I was getting a lot things together. Finally moved the first week of June, and I am now happy where I am at. I hope that happiness stays with me. I always want peace in my environment. Sometimes its hard to have that peace when you crave other things, want the this and that of your life ali

cigarette smoke dance puff puff, inhale exhale out shadowed memories. -b.r.rivera #27of30 #30in30

he loves me, beautifully he wraps each hair around his finger eloquently dances in twhirls of the tongue sways in laps of tastebuds; pools of savory sweetness. he loves me, beautifully he singles each finger around the nape gracefully smooths in goose pimples of the skin swags in the coolness of evaporation he makes love to me he beautiful makes love to all things entirely. -b.r.rivera #26of30 #30in30

Shoot. A simple memory. A soon to be forgetful matrimony of a smile upon cheek, its lines wrinkling upon the sun a dried prune of wasted years wasted tears wasted facade of what hope brings, joy always takes away -a grin oddly photographed where sunshine should have been rain. -b.r.rivera #25 of 30 #30in30

I'm slipping in it Tumbling Fumbling awkward crumbling mumbling Unknowingly Shifting and lifting Gratifying and Satisfying Denying and Crying Laughing while hoping Wishing while kissing Utterly just f a l l i n g in love. Where the fuck in the midst of this Am I supposed to stand in love? -b.r.rivera #24of30 #30in30

dew sprinkling on shadowed memories of grass sunshine, anew day. -b.r.rivera #24 of 30 #30in30

A empty cup on a tv tray. Scent of coffee, lipstick of a woman. A unfilled journal. Scribbled passages, A forgotten lyric pen of a poet. A forgotten ashtray, Smoke of tobacco pull of a worrier. A letter in the mirror Sentence of the forgotten Remnants of what could have been. -b.r.rivera #23 of 30 #30in30

Who's got me When I need to unplug the electric idiosyncratic bullshit of the world above down low Who's got me in deep valleys and shadowed paths when growls and snares smell blood, fresh which they entrap Who's got me if a net is cast for safety and not a soul to hold it laced fabric, a web a 50 star flag on a coffin bugle calls/fold it El fin, the end. Who's got me? Who's got me? Who has me? -b.r.rivera #22 of 30 #30in30

It's cold outside but I dare not pull fabric around me to guard against the icy wind my only heat source a lit cigarette in full bloom turned grey from ashes its red glare fading against the winter solstice. Commemorative, actually a tobacco laced with chemicals stick pulled to its knees a symbolic ode to the bullshit laced with roses that is disguised as life. I defy it. Dare each sucking moment of a billowing puff to choke me. This. The only thing that warms just the tip of my finger while the rest of my body goes numb. I never really understood how the largest organ of the body has survived. Internal stress exuding permanent madness flaking skin to match the air of the tear which fell on my cheek just moments ago. More air comes. And I take it. even the atmosphere has no limits. The air is cold, but I am colder and it ain't no use of arguing with the wind. -b.r.rivera #21 of 30 #30in30