You & I,
are a lullaby
We're the deafening silence
just after the crash
we are moments of happiness
that never last
We're a riddle
that has no answer
we are both the cure
and the cancer
We've read this book
a thousand times, and in our hearts
we both know this fairytale
can never have a happy ending
I wish it did.....
Part of my inspiration comes from sharing my love of poetry with readers like you. I think to myself: there'd be no point to writing if I were my only reader! Thank you all for visiting!
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Thursday, August 20, 2015
My Favorite Story
Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.
As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.
You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.
Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.
Although the last sentence
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.
Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.
You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book
Was your favorite story
All along.
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.
As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.
You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.
Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.
Although the last sentence
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.
Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.
You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book
Was your favorite story
All along.
Sunday, August 9, 2015
Moonrise Fest
Bound together in ecstasy
Bodies shaking,
Pupils dilating.
No one I'd rather see.
No place I'd sooner be.
Because nothing makes more sense
Than the thought of you and me.
Bodies shaking,
Pupils dilating.
No one I'd rather see.
No place I'd sooner be.
Because nothing makes more sense
Than the thought of you and me.
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Ever After
Once you take this bite, my dear
You'll find a world of laughter,
Waiting as you slip away
Into the Ever After
Who needs a prince when you can taste
A different kind of master?
Lie down and ride this warm embrace
Into the Ever After
You'll find a world of laughter,
Waiting as you slip away
Into the Ever After
Who needs a prince when you can taste
A different kind of master?
Lie down and ride this warm embrace
Into the Ever After
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Inverse Poem. The breakup.
It’s goodbye
Sadness because
Now I have
You.
This is my final farewell to
A life of being alone.
I will have to get used to
You smiling whenever I wake.
No longer will I see
A fridge full of dinners for one.
Now just
A bad dream.
I feel like I’m stepping into
A happy ending.
Today will not be
Forgotten.
My heart
Has exploded,
Your doubt
Is gone, because
Our love means
Everything
You can’t look for the signs,
It just happens.
Love is not there,
And then,
Love is there,
And you won’t see it coming.
Because a breakup hurts
People say to go slow to protect yourself,
But you told me that didn’t matter anymore.
There were always feelings
And they grew.
There were always worries
But not anymore.
You’d look after me,
You said one day, and that was when I knew
I love you
(and then sometimes it goes backwards)
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
high
I take a walk into the cement graveyard,
looking for shady dealers and cellphone halos.
I try to reside in sobriety,
but promises fail me
whenever you are near.
I let my tongue run in endless stutters,
disguising 'I love you' as some off-hand request.
I could take you to dinner,
I could show you a longing
without the need for sex.
This late-night food has lost its flavor.
This booty call never picked up.
All that is left is to dial these numbers,
and wait by the window
to see every car but yours.
Let's take a walk to the railway bridge.
We'll smoke a joint by the open forest.
You'll push your breath into mine,
make me high,
and forget why I ever
felt so low.
looking for shady dealers and cellphone halos.
I try to reside in sobriety,
but promises fail me
whenever you are near.
I let my tongue run in endless stutters,
disguising 'I love you' as some off-hand request.
I could take you to dinner,
I could show you a longing
without the need for sex.
This late-night food has lost its flavor.
This booty call never picked up.
All that is left is to dial these numbers,
and wait by the window
to see every car but yours.
Let's take a walk to the railway bridge.
We'll smoke a joint by the open forest.
You'll push your breath into mine,
make me high,
and forget why I ever
felt so low.
Saturday, January 31, 2015
I don't write to be better
than everyone else.
I write to become better
than my worst day.
I don't write to see you
smile or frown.
You can't stick your head
out of the computer
to show me anyway.
I write to remember that
I have emotion.
Its not my intention
to be liked at all.
Yeah I'd like to
be loved if its possible.
I write to find metaphors
and critiques that's real.
If you want to be better
than me go ahead.
I'd rather be crazy than
the one to be lead.
If you are passing my
poems framed on
the wall please remember;
I'd rather you
be better than me.
I don't write to be followed.
So don't feel like
you need to push my buttons.
I write for passion
to stalk my soul.
I don't expect to get
anything back from you.
I am obligated to get
everything back from me.
I'd rather you just forget
about me today.
I assure you I remembered
enough about me.
than everyone else.
I write to become better
than my worst day.
I don't write to see you
smile or frown.
You can't stick your head
out of the computer
to show me anyway.
I write to remember that
I have emotion.
Its not my intention
to be liked at all.
Yeah I'd like to
be loved if its possible.
I write to find metaphors
and critiques that's real.
If you want to be better
than me go ahead.
I'd rather be crazy than
the one to be lead.
If you are passing my
poems framed on
the wall please remember;
I'd rather you
be better than me.
I don't write to be followed.
So don't feel like
you need to push my buttons.
I write for passion
to stalk my soul.
I don't expect to get
anything back from you.
I am obligated to get
everything back from me.
I'd rather you just forget
about me today.
I assure you I remembered
enough about me.
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