Flood

do you know that feeling
when telling a story
you havent in so very long
the flood gates open
as memories wash upon you

now the water rushes over you
and you are different
so that water
the same water
somehow
feels
different

a memory tingle
it creates in the mind
and washes off the sediment
built upon
by daily life
revealing
newfound
revelations
of that memory
awakening
new perspectives
and truths

thanks friend
for allowing
the sensation
of such water to flow
over me

Trainwreck

Love can feel that way at times
sometimes good
sometimes bad
everything twisted
bent and melded
burning smell in the air
on your tongue
all that emotional baggage
now wreckage
strewn about
for everyone
who happens by
to gaze at

whats worse
the burning
or the gazing