~Untold~

no untold
truth no
unseen sign
anymore

a moment
is just
a minute
with handles
on it
with a
beginning, middle,
end

the only
regrets are
the changes
no taken

I thought
it was
simple but
I was
fooled

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

~Subtle~

you ask
me why
I sit
crooked but
talk straight
so I
just get
drunk on
my chocolate
I hide
again

I think
it was Whitman
who said
something was
"subtle fire"

even though
I turn
away it
it still
burns in
me spinning,
falling into
this

there isn't
always a
reason why
birds and
sun sitting
in tandem

wind sashays
echoing against
nothing it's not
fair or
unfair it's
just a
secret in
the shadows

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

~Illusion~

sometimes Hail Mary's
are all
the Mary's
we have

thoughts are
circles in
my mind
the wind
can change
but I
still remain

it's a
known unknown
all I
have to
do is
trigger it

let me
at least
retain the
illusion of
free will
but still,
everyday is
a new day

stuck in
these four
corners buildings
aren't haunted
people are

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

~Right Moment~

hiding out
in the
open scraping
tears of
the streets

sleepy eyes
in the
mornings clutching
coffee cups
closely

silken hug
in the
quiet growing
to loud

morning light
like an
angel on
my chest
yawning a
rose gold
sunrise

thinking about
the past
anymore is
like a
black hole
I don't
want to
fall in

they say
fire is
the time
that burns
fake flowers
on a window
what a
shame

all I
have to
do is
wait for
the right
moment to
see where
it goes

spring up
higher then
they do
don't settle
for that
path of
least resistance

I'm waking
up breaking
myself in
like oily,
worn shoes

time and
moonlit morality
are both
relative to
the bendable, fragile
experience

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

~Missing Piece~

It's funny
how simple
thing's in
life mean
the most

the sacrifice
wordless screams
shaping, reshaping
a glance
is all
it takes

it breaks
like the
softest wave

all that
is left
are shadows
cruel wanting

years unfurl
like the
petals of
the falling
flowers where
I had met
you

it's here
that difference
the next
everything can
change

seems like
I'm always
looking for
the missing
piece trying
to get back
to where
the wind
drops

the sun
burns the
moon that
turns this
secret on
my skin

~Sarah Mahina Calvello