Wide awake with these thoughts
Wondering will it happen or too late
Struggling socially usually witty and funny
End up being socially awkward instead
Have a mindful mouth that gets provoked
A private person don't impose your ideals
Asked for help got no response
Did what was best without guidance
Now sharing a negative opinion full of criticism
That the moment passed things got done

Why is my head empty?
I have a million ideas of what to write
But none of them seem right.
Perhaps just this is plenty.

You messaged me today
I listened to what you had to say
My heart didn't hurt
You didn't try to flirt
You apologized to me
And said you'd like to see...
You'd like to see me and catch up
I said okay
I could talk to you today
Is this healing
Because I have no feeling
I have no feelings left for you

Calling all ears
all guts and sneers
every daft-deft writer who would be
poet

Write your soul, your boots
your fight, your fears,
your misbegotten loves
tucked behind your ears

Roll with punches,
belch and rattle at your stars
as they are truly indifferent
gaseous, asinine orbs

Pull rank on the nothing
my lovely, living friends
as your truth is beginnings and ends
and I love you

#poet #writer #write #love

we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections

for the first time ever
i find myself to be so taken by someone
so in love
that it physically pains me.
my breath knocks,
my heart trembles,
my blood rages.
i’ve become a jumble of sensations
and there is nothing but him.