ItMustBeAlexP
I write because it gets things out of my system. My life has been an exercise in keeping things short and sweet between myself and others, but now I know that no one needs to be alone; to this end, I've decided to share my poetry with you. I hope you find gems of entertainment, connectedness, and comfort in my poems; they've personally helped me through a lot of feeling.
A million miles may pass between
The place I sit and the place I dream.
My heart calls out; its hears no answer,
all tangled up in the twirls of the dancer.
And then when she sings, no ear can deny
Those heavenly chords, tears of joy in her eye.
Yes a million miles may pass between
You and I while I steep in my dreams
So that when I awake, alone in my bed,
At least I can still hear your voice in my head.
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
I wish that no one had ever told me God likes some people more than others.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 5:56 PM UTC
Break my plates
Move me, reshape me
You made the tides
Dip low and then rise
And crash on our cities
While they topple.
Then suddenly, gone
And winds blow over
Still planes.
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 10:04 AM UTC
It’s shattering,
the splintering Crunch
of greasy potato chips
between my greedy molars:
chips that taste like stale smoke
and the salty yellow Crunch
of the Mylar bag
that holds them closer
than a health-crazed mother holds her child.
It’s drowning my senses out,
the accountant-firm Crunch
of black coffee characters
beneath my crippled fingertips:
keystrokes that sigh like short fuses
and the riffled paper Crunch
of the overpriced notebook
that was sold to protect
them against non-quantum uncertainties.
It’s pointless,
the mortar and pestle Crunch
of sundried willpower
before my monolithic day-planner:
obligations that loom like thunderclouds
and the omni-present Crunch
of the rigid ticking deadline,
that has concocted its scheme
to unravel my pleasant net of silky procrastination.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
These dark thoughts
will destroy me-
ice too thin,
beneath shattered-glass steps.
Desperate schemes conspire
to employ me;
paramedics
fathom the depths
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
We're so much simpler in the dark,
she said
with her hand in my hair
and her love in my head.
Where words could have passed,
lips met instead
and cool passions flared
a setting-sun red.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 9:32 AM UTC
"Where do you go?"
she asked one day,
as I watched
an errant raindrop
trace the voluptuous
apple of her cheek.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 8:11 AM UTC
I smile
and my heart swells
at the subtle
sights and
sounds and
smells
as Life embraces,
embodies,
envelopes me
in
m
o
t
i
o
n
(less)
flow
and washes away
yesterday's ego.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 9:36 AM UTC
My coffee tastes as bright as my hope for today.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 8:54 AM UTC