You're a boy of clear seas and early mornings
Messy hair and smiles
Grass splintered sneakers and a laugh that makes the world shake
Storms on the water that drift into pink
Lonesome words looking for a heart
Rose petals pressed between your fingertips
And music that gushes and flows
And bounces and calls
Through the air
And the ground
And the water that sits there too
You're red velvet cupcakes with creamcheese frosting
You're fluffy white clouds that drift in the sky
You're all of the little beautiful things you find in far off lands
You're a boy of sweet dreams and cherry tomatoes
A boy of careful daisies and gentle hands
A boy of purple lighting that doesn't touch the Earth
A boy of sweet lemon tea that sits in my glass
A boy of honey and suger and mint
A boy of thyme and rhyme
A boy of silly words and careful thoughts
A boy made of marble so beautiful and perfect
AJBusse
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 8:03 PM UTC
Have you ever
Tried to eat something while you were crying?
And it feels like a stick of lead in your mouth
In between the sobs and tears?
Because me too.
And, I am so sorry my love.
Things will get better.
I know they will.
AJBusse
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 6:47 PM UTC
I think it's cute
The way you bounce your leg
In a constant stream of your mind
I can see the thoughts whip through your head and heart
I think it's cute
Because I do it
I think too much
Way too much
But I know you do too,
So maybe,
Maybe, we can overthink together
AJBusse
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 12:35 PM UTC
I love writing
Stories
Chapters
Poems
I love that idea
Of just emotions and ink
With a pen
And a surface,
Poets
And writers
Can create worlds
Ideas
Emotions
Out of nothing
How magical is that?
AJBusse
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 5:48 PM UTC
I value the little things
The way the sun bounces off trees
The way I smile when I get mail
The way dogs jump when you talk to them
The way people smile in crowded places
The way people drag their fingers across the spines of books
The way little kids go down slides
The way the air stings my throat in the winter
The way business owners call me "Love,"
The way people get excited when they smell candles
The way people dance when they eat good food
The way music sounds in good headphones
The way cats rub their faces on plants
The way hardcovers crack when you first open them
The way pages smell with fresh ink
The way your eyes glitter in the sunlight
The way you look at me
The way you love me
AJBusse
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 5:38 PM UTC
Oh my friend,
This can't end well
Your smile sets my heart aflame
Your eyes rock my world
Your humor pokes at my lips
The way your laugh bounces
Makes my knees weak
This can't end well
My love,
This can't end well
For a thought of you is always in my head
My heart skips a beat when you look at me
This really can't end well
AJBusse
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 5:31 PM UTC
Sometimes
I think of your eyes
The way they look blue
From across a room
But the way they really aren't
Not even close
My sweet, your eyes are such a lovely green
They dance across mine as you smile
Oh do I love that green
With that layer of grey
Some call that strange,
Or dull
But they're so wrong
Your eyes hold years of joy and pain
In that deep green hue with a layer of grey
Oh do I love that way you look at me
AJBusse
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 5:25 PM UTC
"Do you believe in love?" Asked the girl
"Yes and no," Said the coyote
"Love is beautiful," Said the girl
"But it is also painful," Said the coyote
"But aren't beautiful things worth pain?" Asked the girl
"That, my friend, is a question for the stars." Said the coyote
"I love you coyote,"
The coyote smiled
"I love you too."
AJBusse
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 5:20 PM UTC
Who am I?
I’m from the smell of seasons passing in the blink of an eye. The smell of spring, and summer, and fall, and the painful scent of winter.
I’m from giggles in the car with Reginald and Rose the foxes and their adventures through worlds.
I am from trips to the library, where I beg to get tens of thousands of books.
From the dusty rocks on my elementary school playground.
From songs that ring in my head when I close my eyes.
From peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that I gave to the dog.
From phrases that sit in my soul and sing to me whenever I’m in the big wide world. Skate with your head up: Kommen Sie, Bitte: Let the knife do the work: Slow and gentle: One hand,
From reading Hungry Little Caterpillar on the floor as my dad records me.
I’m from singing Frozen at the top of my lungs in the living room.
I’m from braces in second grade that wrenched and pulled my teeth.
I’m from countless restless nights and early mornings; where the darkness coos to me to sleep.
I’m from bear hugging my cousins, to laughing at their jokes that I never understood.
I’m from Food Network in vacation hotel rooms.
From chasing seagulls on the beach as I stomp on shells and salt sprays in my face.
From making clay pots when the air was hot and sticky, and my skin was pink with sun.
From my grandpa pretending to eat the Play Doh milkshake I made.
From countless walks in the woods, where the birds sung to me, and the sunshine embraced me.
I’m from losing people like water slips through cracks in the concrete.
I’m from being the last to be chosen.
I’m from being the friend that walks on the grass. The girl that was always left behind.
I’m from being the second choice. The person someone picked another girl over.
I’m from feeling like I’m constantly doing something wrong.
I’m from looking up at the sky and wondering why they would hurt me like this.
But most of all. I’m from throwing myself into people I love.
Holding them tight. Even if they wriggle from my grasp.
From screaming into the sky the names of people who love me. And people I never want to lose.
From giving people my everything.
From calling out into the world for someone to treat me the way I always treat everyone else.
And the world answered.
I’m from tears, to letting go of people who can’t handle me.
From letting go of people who don’t understand me.
I’m from healing.
From forgiveness.
From joy. So so much joy.
I’m from the grass, and the wind, and the songs of the Earth and melodies of who I’m meant to be.
From the flowers, the trees, the mountains, and the leaves.
From the waterfalls hidden behind rocks that no one could see.
From the magic the dances in the air.
From years of love.
I’m from me.
A.J. Busse
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 9:14 PM UTC
Extraordinary Things
I feel like we’re always searching
For the perfect life
For a story
For our story
We want to live an extraordinary life
But
The truth is,
Our lives are more extraordinary than any book character's could be
Because we’re real
Our stories are better than any dragon slayer
Or princess
Or cyborg
Just because someone’s story is different than your's
Doesn't mean your’s, or their's, is any less important
Stories are meant to give us things we don’t have
To improve our already extraordinary lives
They lead us into worlds far away from our own
They give us hope for love and friendship
And perseverance
Books were written for the better
Written to make us feel
Written to make us look out on our world and be grateful
The hardest thing to learn is how fantastical our everyday adventures are
And frankly,
We have to stop waiting for our fairy godmother
Or a wizard
Or a beast
We are the owners of our lives
We can choose whether or not our lives are extraordinary
If you were to sit back
And think of everything impossible thing you want to do
What would you think of?
What would be stopping you?
You have to realize,
If you gut through this
Any of this
If you work hard
If you keep your loved ones close
You can achieve anything
I know that sounds cliché,
But geez
You are way more powerful than you think
A.J Busse
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 9:13 PM UTC