opposites attract
we are just broken magnets
cold, polarized hearts
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 4:46 AM UTC
knocks on your door
hey, have you eaten
silence answers me
empty of feeling
i stand for a moment
maybe a moment too long
strike a match of conversations
eye contact too strong
he wandered down the hall
looks like he’s waiting too
my hips on the wall
smirk as if he knew
what was on my mind
look deep inside and would not find
for my thoughts were shallow
temporary tinges, restraint on the hinges
a shuffled playlist on down low
can you hear me now?
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 4:45 AM UTC
today I went to the store and listened for you
a hummingbird’s silent reverie
I put the music box back on the shelf
it wasn’t quite right so I reached for the ballerina
the sound of her dancing in my imagination
it still wasn’t you but I wanted to love it
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 4:44 AM UTC
her wish list
consists of 2 items:
pink lemonade
and the boy
down the street
selling it
her childhood calls
she forgets to pick up
he has closed up shop
for the day
she will try again tomorrow
Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 5:05 PM UTC
i am losing sleep over nothing
he says let's step back
he is full of ****
yet all i do is write about it
Jul 31, 2012
Jul 31, 2012 at 5:42 PM UTC
the stars glistened that night
glimmered when you called me beautiful
pulsed when you smiled at me
disappeared when you broke our gaze
so the lake reflected only the streetlights
and couldn’t pick up the stars
they fell with every minute that passed
every minute lost in the night
every minute less i would spend with you
every minute you weren’t holding me
and the stars never shined so bright
and the sky never hung so heavy
than they did the night you sang to me
Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 2:19 AM UTC
he cried uncle far before she gave him the option
they were married within the month
Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 5:35 PM UTC
they called them little Spartans,
the way they pushed and shoved
as the sound of the lunch bell
the way they shown off their weapons,
some of metal and some of paper
the weaker-willed soldiers gave up
their possessions no longer their own
as the 1st graders stole their heart-
shaped kindergarten sandwiches
Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 5:35 PM UTC
i haven’t ever loved
and from the looks of
poetry, love *****
Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 5:35 PM UTC