but i didn't feel a buh-boom
no profound i am
just a pulsing you
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 1:08 AM UTC
drinking the orange juice
after
brushing your teeth.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 4:09 AM UTC
She took her tea with sugar this time
and waited for him to call.
The gate made creakings on its hinges
but he made no sound at all.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 2:00 AM UTC
Well-made cover
Better on the inside
You make me laugh
And cry
You smell like experience
And feel like an adventure
And I wish I never had to put you down.
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 2:25 AM UTC
There once was a flower in love with the moon,
In love with the stars in the sky,
But nature would have that it must close its bloom,
And at night in a lonely sleep lie.
There once was a flower in love with the moon
And the sweet gentle way that it shone,
But nature insisted, the blossom obeyed,
And loved from afar, all alone.
There once was a flower in love with the moon,
But flowers for sunshine are made.
They cannot survive opened only at night,
And rooted in earth they must stay.
I am the flower and you are the moon
And to you I may never get,
But I'll dream and I'll hope,
Like a six-petaled dope,
That I'll be yours before the moon sets.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 2:07 AM UTC
Why on earth did we say no
when they waved that mistletoe in our faces last night?
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 7:03 PM UTC
The first time you reached for my hand
in the quiet dark of the wings.
When you pulled me close
as we watched the Christmas lights dance.
And then the ride home
when you held my hand while you drove
and kissed my fingers as I dozed off in the passenger seat.
The tingles that shot down my whole body
when you kissed my forehead.
How big you smiled
when I gave you a peck on the cheek the next day.
The way you looked at me
when we were supposed to be getting a mop out of the janitor's closet
and you covered my cheeks with kisses instead.
The way we fit together like puzzle pieces
and paid no attention to the movie.
Your pulse in your neck
as I snuggled closer,
and the way you just breathed deep with your face in my hair.
In all these little moments,
you filled all my gaps and put all of my broken pieces back together.
If only you could know how much I long
to live forever in these moments.
If only you could know how much I love you.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC
"Jessie, Jessie Cameron,
Hear me but this once," quoth he.
"Good luck go with you, neighbor's son,
But I'm no mate for you," quoth she.
Day was verging toward the night
There beside the moaning sea,
Dimness overtook the light
There where the breakers be.
"O Jessie, Jessie Cameron,
I have loved you long and true."--
"Good luck go with you, neighbor's son,
But I'm no mate for you."
She was a careless, fearless girl,
And made her answer plain;
Outspoken she to earl or churl,
Kind-hearted in the main,
But somewhat heedless with her tongue,
And apt at causing pain;
A mirthful maiden she and young,
Most fair for bliss or bane.
"O, long ago I told you so,
I tell you so to-day:
Go you your way, and let me go
Just my own free way."
The sea swept in with moan and foam
Quickening the stretch of sand;
They stood almost in sight of home;
He strove to take her hand.
"O, can't you take your answer then,
And won't you understand?
For me you're not the man of men,
I've other plans are planned.
You're good for Madge, or good for Cis,
Or good for Kate, may be:
But what's to me the good of this
While you're not good for me?"
They stood together on the beach,
They two alone,
And louder waxed his urgent speech,
His patience almost gone:
"O, say but one kind word to me,
Jessie, Jessie Cameron."--
"I'd be too proud to beg," quoth she,
And pride was in her tone.
And pride was in her lifted head,
And in her angry eye,
And in her foot, which might have fled,
But would not fly.
Some say that he had gypsy blood,
That in his heart was guile:
Yet he had gone through fire and flood
Only to win her smile.
Some say his grandam was a witch,
A black witch from beyond the Nile,
Who kept an image in a niche
And talked with it the while.
And by her hut far down the lane
Some say they would not pass at night,
Lest they should hear an unked strain
Or see an unked sight.
Alas, for Jessie Cameron!--
The sea crept moaning, moaning nigher:
She should have hastened to be gone,--
The sea swept higher, breaking by her:
She should have hastened to her home
While yet the west was flushed with fire,
But now her feet are in the foam,
The sea-foam, sweeping higher.
O mother, linger at your door,
And light your lamp to make it plain;
But Jessie she comes home no more,
No more again.
They stood together on the strand,
They only, each by each;
Home, her home, was close at hand,
Utterly out of reach.
Her mother in the chimney nook
Heard a startled sea-gull screech,
But never turned her head to look
Towards the darkening beach:
Neighbors here and neighbors there
Heard one scream, as if a bird
Shrilly screaming cleft the air:--
That was all they heard.
Jessie she comes home no more,
Comes home never;
Her lover's step sounds at his door
No more forever.
And boats may search upon the sea
And search along the river,
But none know where the bodies be:
Sea-winds that shiver,
Sea-birds that breast the blast,
Sea-waves swelling,
Keep the secret first and last
Of their dwelling.
Whether the tide so hemmed them round
With its pitiless flow,
That when they would have gone they found
No way to go;
Whether she scorned him to the last
With words flung to and fro,
Or clung to him when hope was past,
None will ever know:
Whether he helped or hindered her,
Threw up his life or lost it well,
The troubled sea, for all its stir,
Finds no voice to tell.
Only watchers by the dying
Have thought they heard one pray,
Wordless, urgent; and replying,
One seem to say him nay:
And watchers by the dead have heard
A windy swell from miles away,
With sobs and screams, but not a word
Distinct for them to say:
And watchers out at sea have caught
Glimpse of a pale gleam here or there,
Come and gone as quick as thought,
Which might be hand or hair.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
Do you know
That I pulled my fingers out of yours
Because I was scared of how wonderful it made me feel?
Do you know
That I like you...
An awful lot...
But I am terrified of hurting myself
Or worse,
Of hurting you?
Do you know
That your smile is the most amazing thing
I have ever seen?
Do you know
How much I miss those
Quiet moments in the dark of the wings,
When you let me put my head on your shoulder?
Do you know
That I couldn't sleep
Because of the ridiculous
Warm-fuzzy-floaty feeling you gave me
When you said that you adored me?
Do you know
How badly I want to kiss you
Kiss you
And hold your hand
And never, ever stop?
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC