Baby be mine
Til we see the end of time
Wash away like tears in the rain.
Darlin' tis true
That I've loved you
Since you came dancin' to me through the rain.
Dear can't you see
As I sit upon a knee
That you have taken me out from the rain.
Beautiful you know
As we age and our roses grow
Our flowers were born from the rain.
Angel I weep
As you turn to sleep
And my tears now wash out the rain.
It's like waiting for morphine. Empty needles in my arm only intensifying my missing you
I never thought it would bug me this much, never thought I would find myself waiting for a message
Hopeless and romantic, but I never put the two together. Yet here I am, roses in hand
I know they'll die before you ever get to see them. And maybe that was the point all along
Like us, the flowers feel the strain of gravity pulling them together and reality pushing them apart
i see beauty in everything but me
in the flowers
in the oceans
i see beauty in everything but me.
how can that be?
I will take the Son of God to a Shell gas station
I will feel the deceit of paint on a white picket fence
I will tell your father about the ad hominem fallacy
I will show up to a busy hospital for no reason
I will send baskets of flowers to all the nurses
We can take our child on the public city bus
We can feel the heat of an exothermic reaction
We can tell Reader’s Digest about our refined taste buds
We can show Alton Brown a couple of recipes for finance
We can let him choose the one that tastes the best
You should break my nose for only one dollar
You should kneel to no man, woman, or Oscar Wilde
You should spell out how to use an Oxford comma
You should throw a party celebrating the use of libraries
You should invite people to drink excessive volumes of vulgarities
I am falling on a sword that seems romantic at most
I am falling down the stairs to get to a peaceful bottom
I am falling with a freedom that reminds me of Tom Petty
I am falling for a beauty never seen with prescription sunglasses
I am falling into Eden with an apple meant for Eve
i'm not sure what i was thinking
when i said that you would be easy to write about.
the "you" part is much simpler to put meaning to
when it's not applied to someone directly.
so, theoretically, you fit under three personas:
1. the 10 Page Report on Shakespeare, Scary Movies Past 2 AM, and Wendy's Fast Food Persona
otherwise known as "things that make me happy but result in lots of stress"
2. the Cats, Blossoming Flowers, and Various Types of Plants Persona
otherwise known as "things that are very cute / pretty but turn my nose a very unflattering shade of red"
3. the Skype Calls That Make Me Restart My Computer and the You Send Me Scary Photos Before Bed Persona
lastly, but certainly not least, "things that make me rethink why i am friends with you in the first place"
i hope it warms your heart that i compared you to
shakespeare, fattening food, and allergies
when i could have created something really deep.
otherwise known as "wait, maybe this is deeper than i thought"
I've struck a bargain
with existence, I bring
it flowers every
I see you across the room,
You look back at me and smile,
It probably means nothing,
But I love it for a while.
I wonder if you like me,
But then I wonder why you would,
If you were to say you like me,
You would hear my heart go thud.
I here from your friend you adore me,
So I bring flowers to your door,
And that's when your words kill me,
You say it is friendship... nothing more.
i am every unfinished poem that sits in piles of crumpled paper by your waste bin and every crowded thought in the cranial space above your neck. i am every word that begs to be free from the tip of your tongue but remains just out of your memory's reach. i am comprised of the colors of sunrise but am more the mood of a sunset. i am the familiar fingerprints on your favorite coffee mug. i am a wicker rocking chair on somebody's grandmother's porch. i am bite marks on your pencil and the crick in your neck. i am the vacant blurry buzz of an old television set. i am all of the places i have never been. i am lovers' names carved into summertime tree bark, promising "forever" - only to fall short of that promise by the time the leaves change. i am here. i am not where i belong.
you are the gravity that keeps my feet on earth. you are the atmosphere i breathe. you are the rain that feeds my soul & makes flowers grow. you are my revival and my revolution and the courage i kept hidden inside of closed fists for so long i formed crescent moons in my palms. you are an unstoppable fire that is burning me alive in the best way. you are the only rooftop i have ever visited that i haven't felt the urge to jump off of. you are the gentle hum and rumble of the washing machine i used to nap beside when i was a little girl. you are the creaky wooden swing in my backyard where i sat for countless hours and smoked and cried and pondered. you are all my favorite odds & ends bound together by my wildest dreams. you are sometimes so beyond my understanding, that i wonder when i'm going to wake up; and if i ever did find out that you were just a dream, i would bang on heaven's gates and plead with god to let me sleep. you are there. i am here, you are there.
one of us needs to move.
No water tastes sweeter
then that sip in the desert
No touch is finer
then that hand on the shoulder
when encased in loneliness.
No paycheck more abundant
then following employment deprivation.
No buffet more filling
then that first bite in hunger.
No idea more stimulating
to a mind so hungry
then a poem which catches
the moment so perfectly.
No love more appreciated
then when awash in self judgement
No praise more received
then when lost in condemnation.
No warmth more soothing
then when lost in the snow.
No light so bright
as that first sunlight
when lost in the demons
of one's night.
No sensation so
pure as an open
heart after numbness descends
Compassion in hatred
A laugh when joyless.
A lover's kiss after betrayal
A loving look after the cold white wall
A loving word after tense stone silence.
No embrace more healing
then when you come home to me.
The receding waters after the tusnami
The stillness after the earthquake.
The peace after the warfare.
The spring flowers after the winter
The coolness of fall after the blistering summer's heat.
The wood stove so warm when the house is so cold.
No bed so content
No home so sweet
after being stuck out on the streets.
Without our joys no sorrow
Without our sorrows no joy.
I'm not burning bridges, I'm cutting ties
You start with pity, and then you despise
But, it's only because you now realize
That this pack of white lies and alibis,
These stories by which you were tantalized
To no surprise were just fantasized
By a mind over-worked, projected through to cold, pale, eyes.
I'm your cherished childhood plaything, barely given a single thought
Toss me with the rest of your keepsakes in your souvenir box
Just a container filled with the memories of the days you smiled a lot
Used to make you laugh more than anything, now I'm just where you stash your pot.
You bet your ass I cared alot, I loved you twice, you loved me not
It's sad, but true, no more flowers grew
I hope next season something blooms for you
But, for now I've given all I got, I've grasped these stems until the petals rot
I'm digging up the roots I grew and movin' on to soil another plot
don't try to chase me
now that the pace is changing
from a crawl into a trot
please, stop lying
don't say you're trying
when you've barely given a shot
my silver tongue did shine so untrue
every time just so I could protect you
from the worries that would plague your mind if you knew
exactly what it is that I've gone through...
but here's what I plan to do:
Grab a cup, drink it up, soak up the Sunday news
The end is near, you're the last one here, what have you got to lose?
So, just fill your lungs and laugh all night long; put on your dancin' shoes
Play your last song it'll not be long before your soul walks out on you
I just close my eyes and let all pass by; begin to pay my dues
Time goes fast, so I took my chance, dancing with my devils to the Pale Moonlight Blues.
I'm under cardiac arrest, tried two times couldn't pass the test
At least when I'm at worst I can't be any less
At best my brain is pained by songs of protest
And you can bet I did my best to forget
I went through solitary confinement, momentarily confident
I'm impressed I haven't died yet, on the contrary, I despise it
Why do I kick myself for providing the ropes by which my hands are bound
When I should just strike out and bite the hands that tied it
it's time to go...
I bet a fiddle of gold you can't save your soul; can't solve a mystery if you don't have a clue
Try as you might, you won't win a single fight until you learn how to lose
Oh, you'll never know until you're on your own what it's like to have the Blues
I've been there before, I can't take a second more, that much I know is true
So, just close your eyes and kiss all goodbye; it's time to pay your dues
As time burns to ash, so does your final chance
To dance with your devils to the Pale Moonlight Blues