Full of hope,
Not yet born.
A second heart beats waiting to say hello
You dread saying goodbye.
Why did it have to happen?
I lay down beside her on her bed
But she did not want me there.
She could not fathom
The reason for death.
There is no reason
Other than to help us love life more than we do.
What do you think?
Blue or pink?
Alive or Dead?
Living within you,
You will never lose this time
This dangerous gift of love,
This precarious gift of life,
I love you.
I love the things you say.
I love the things you do.
I love you in every single way.
I love your hair.
I love your smile.
I love how you play fair.
I love how you make me stay a while.
I love your voice.
I love how you love food.
I love the face you make when making a choice.
I love you in any mood.
I love you top to bottom.
I love how you solve a problem.
I love the way you walk.
I love the way you talk.
I love how you write.
I love you, day and night.
I love the way you hold a pen.
I love you more, every now and then.
I love your taste.
I love how our memories don't get erased.
I love how you get me to do anything.
I love your rights, I love your wrongs, I love everything.
I love how you look out the window.
I love how you make sure I don't feel like a zero.
I love how you love Christmas.
I love you, can I get a witness?
I love how you can cook.
I love how you love books.
I love how you love your sister.
I love how you admit to being a sinner.
I love how you're so smart.
I love how you're good at art.
I love how I feel when I look at you.
I love you, I don't know what to do.
I love how you never really get mad.
I love how you smile even when you're sad.
I love the way you dance.
I love the fingers on your hands.
I love you even when you don't reply.
I love how you're always beautiful, even when you cry.
I love how you answer the phone.
I love you more than you will ever know.
I love the fact you're still reading my poem.
I love how my heart is what you've stolen.
I love how you're grinning at how I can't rhyme.
I love you, even if I know you'll never be mine.
jostled by shoppers,
teatime bargain hunters;
curses of common folk
ringing in my ears,
out of tune with
the cries of the traders.
Two for one here!
I say, two for one here!
Embattled in the
throng of a slow
moving crowd, shoulders
heaving, swaying to an
inaudible beat. Tired
faces marking time,
quelling inner frustration.
Get a move on!
Please, just get a move on.
Now it’s raining,
prickle my face.
Suspended water droplets
dangle from striped
trapped, busy, images.
Caught in a moment.
STesstered, in a moment.
Then I see her,
the fruit-stall girl,
her words and gestures
touch me like music
rippling over my skin.
Secret caressing fingers,
bringing me to life.
She doesn’t see me.
No: she doesn’t ever see me.
I’m almost mesmerised,
by the light catching
the white curve of
her neck. Her hair,
like spun gold, dancing
on her ruffled collar as
she serves with a smile.
Your change sir.
Don’t forget your change sir!
I turned for home,
head bowed, shoulders
stooped; no crowded bus
for me with standing
room only. A slow
solitary walk, past
dark, dripping gardens.
Her face for company, how
strange: her face, for company.
Was back at home that snowy day,
Oh, but you didn't know
'Cause we didn't talk anymore
Not since the last time
'you broke my naive heart
Was thinkin' bout you
Now that I'm back from where I once was gone
Couldn't help but remember all we've lost
So wondrous and renown
Oh, when I smile it's real again
'Many months since I could say
I'm happy to be the better man
Overjoyed to have escaped your game
I'm not vacant anymore
Left and closed the front door
My heart isn't naked anymore
Baby, I saw you the other day,
In the mall,
'Workin your old job again
All hollowed and afraid to win
You crawled back to from whence you came
Fed on the memories of your better man
You didn't smile when you noticed I was back again
Just closed your eyes and refused to let me in
i ate an apple today
i found it in the dumpster last week
almost the whole thing was bruised when i found it
it was sitting in the refridgerator all week and now i'm eating it
i have to take bites around the thick bruise
i've never eaten such a bruised apple in my life
but it's only a thin layer of bruising that there is
in the center is mealy but good apple
i dont know what i'm trying to say with this
why do i eat bruised apples and eat cold beans
i was narcissistic before it was cool
i was narcissistic when it used to get you in trouble
people would want to fight over what i held over their heads
Say Grace in the Bagging Area
Swiped and scanned the beeping
Paying for the milk and weeping
Tagged RFID, gluten free and eaten
Bleeding from beaten wallets
Bruising, crush your credit dreams
Chip & PIN lets their demons in
Billed up building, extremes breaking out
For the cold, for the old at home
With lonely disregarded eyes
That stare upon a televised crash
Report, Report, Wake up...
NewsFlash! Breaking News
24 Hour, NewsFlash!
My child I waited
Slowly I drag
My restless body
Up to my bed
Softly I hear a
Whisper from God
"How are You.?
"I waited for You all day."
"Why,? didn't you come."
"My child I long for us to
spend time together."
"But You forgot
to say hello."
"I Waited and waited
Until the sunset faded.
And still, I never heard
your foot steps."
Sunrise appears with the morning
"My rainbow mist shines on your brow
Draping a curtain of love on your face
I wrap my comfort blanket of grace
around all your brokenness and pain".
I see all your tears
"My child come to me now."
Quickly I leave my room
And run to the nearest exit
To a beautiful wonderful
Free from pain
No more suffering
I am free at last
Slowly drifting on a mass
of white fluffy clouds
I am greeted by to glorious
Angels dressed in golden gowns
Waiting to escort me to the most high.
I find it a bit hypocritical that I talk about "feeling" all the time,
I'm as numb as they get,
The ones that say they're fine,
Because we don't know how to explain something we haven't acquired yet.
I can't love you or hate you,
I don't have it in me to feel extremes,
You won't have what you need when it's due,
I have a weird way of letting off steam.
I can listen, I can "sympathize",
I can make you feel good- it'll all seem true,
It's unnerving you'll soon realize,
It's definitely me, not you.
Hold these truths that men aren't created equal,
there was never a holocaust and slaves had choice.
Half wit typical negroid flips out like her race does.
All I said four eyed dumb fatty was you been on every
day since you made your main account back in O9'
Get over your fucking self and stop stirring up shit like
your kind do since your race been freed.
Have your people call my people ok cyber queen?
You type fuck real good under all your many handles. ; )
As your twin four eyed and ugly spike lee would say,
byotch, do the right thing and delete what you stole!
I don't smoke like DM and he is unimportant and
so are you. You are movie star? You will be one when
my dogs shit becomes one. His pile of shit looks better
than your ugly ass. Good luck finding that rich whitey
you seeking. You be working minimum wage for a long
time honey! : )
he manages to say things that hurt more than anything i've ever felt
and he's not even special