“Just stay still,” she said,
as she tightly held my hand.
“Don’t fly away, too.”
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 4:57 AM UTC
In a world where happiness
comes with a price,
where everyone else seems better
at the things that you do —
Everything will be okay.
I love you.
In a world where people push you down
(I will help you back up!)
where your jokes get only silence
for a minute or two —
Everything will be okay.
I love you.
In a world where there’s a You and I
and never a We;
Where you love her,
and she loves you, too —
I will be okay.
I love you.
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 11:14 AM UTC
You smiled the first time
when I fell off a ladder;
when I chased dogs and horses
and got trampled on by the latter.
You smiled the second time
when I drank a bottle of dew--
with crickets, grasshoppers
. . .well, to name a few.
You smiled the third time
Oh, your teeth were truly flawless
that I ended up gazing,
and drooling in the process.
And when you smiled the fourth time,
I wished you, too, had an ill bearing--
so you'd mindlessly misplace
that band of vow you were wearing.
Apr 6, 2011
Apr 6, 2011 at 7:47 AM UTC
Write me something sensational.
Write me something profanely profound.
Write me your blithest tragedies.
Write me your sweetest fears.
Just write me--
Release the poet in you
as you bring out the poet in me.
Mar 25, 2011
Mar 25, 2011 at 4:16 AM UTC
It was a dream.
It was.
When you held me in your arms;
a sweet minute of slumber
and abated fallacy.
When you looked at me
with digestive eyes; I guess
never was I impervious.
When you planted
a damp kiss: Illusion's flower
and saw me off.
It was a dream.
When you sighed into my ear
a madness so warm yet
so morosely beautiful. (I...)
It was a dream.
When you drove under the stars
above asphalt black and cold,
on that crying night of June. (Save...)
It was a dream.
When I watched your
lips darken with the ashen sky;
and you laid unmoving. (...me.)
And it was a dream.
It was.
I just never was able to rouse.
Mar 14, 2011
Mar 14, 2011 at 6:45 AM UTC
Annie,
oh Annie!
You pretend to be a friend.
Funny,
it's funny--
I'd miss you now and then.
Really,
I'm weary--
you'd see me "only when."
So Annie,
cruel Annie,
this fondness better end.
Mar 13, 2011
Mar 13, 2011 at 7:14 AM UTC