Choose one who
chooses wisely.
You'd take care,
so why decide on whom wildly?
Choose one while
you wonder idly.
Who comes to mind
in times of blithe
and boring drives;
on quiet nights,
who spends between times smiling?
And you. Yes you.
I want to see you
choosing you.
I want to see you
seeing through
what is done to you
and onto what it is
You can really do.
I want you to do
what I would do
if I were you:
I'd choose you.
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 6:08 PM UTC
Do not set one up to fail,
then let them go (if they do).
Giving love is
letting one go.
Receiving love is
one coming home.
Fantasy is mistaking
half for whole
or one for both.
Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 6:41 PM UTC
I finally found a way
To tear my gaze away.
I read all day
In preparation.
Then my eyes blurred all kinds,
I was so used to type.
So I smiled,
Without regard to if
It was returned.
I saw my
Conditional
Friendliness
Obscured.
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 6:51 PM UTC
I wonder
How to plan trees.
Sow and plant seeds.
How we could listen
Instead of talk.
How i could show
A bean, a beanstalk.
How we might one day grow
From raindrops to mighty oaks.
Is it always you and me?
Asks an acorn of a tree.
Is it just you and I
Going someplace
Side by side?
It takes roots to rise,
And courage to thrive.
So let the wind,
A breath, a sigh,
Sweep you up.
The world is much brighter
If you fall far from my side.
Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 2:10 PM UTC
I forget what I forgot,
But at least remember that.
Hold on, I think I got it!
I'm looking for my hat.
I must've left it someplace,
but can't recall quite where.
I scratch my head, Eureka!
The hat was on my hair.
I've got to get this down,
or forget again, I fear.
So I check for a pencil,
write behind my ear.
There I find my glasses,
out of sight for years!
Now I see it clearly,
No wait, it disappeared.
I forget if I forgot.
Was I already here?
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 3:54 PM UTC
I met a girl in France,
Reading the same book!
Except it wasn't quite like that...
So my book turned into a cover.
It seemed I had picked up some thing mesmerizing,
While browsing a train station bookstore.
This tale of desire and loss enticed me,
But wasn't it just cheap fiction?
--------------------------------------------------
A girl met me in France,
And we got an empty beach at sunset!
Except it wasn't quite like that...
Trash littered the closing beach
closest to downtown Marseilles.
Loud speakers played
Something upbeat,
Missing its bass,
confusing it.
Even the sky was obscured.
But wasn't it still like that?
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
I sold the one thing I should not,
Some thing I had not.
I traded nothing, in exchange for
writing my own life's script.
I was instantly granted
each and every wish;
I corrosively imagined
I had seen through the mist.
When I found out that
who I advocated was
what's in the details,
I stole the one thing I should,
What I had sold.
Since that meant
I'd steal nothing,
I got back my soul.
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 10:55 PM UTC
Jumping on the crunchies
And crushing where I step,
Absorbed in each breath.
Where fall leaves stale,
I plant these stomps
going nowhere,
In particular.
Then I saw you
Stepping on
crunchies too,
consumed,
Simple and true.
With all of you.
Stay playful, stranger, curious.
There's enough crunch
For the both of us.
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC