Unannounced love seems to be the best
The gold of your earrings, the puff of your vest
Little things remind me of why you’re so special
Let me count the reasons, I know there’s several
Smart, kind, intellectual too
This sets you apart from the others I knew
When I say SMART-- I mean more than just books
Your knowledge is vast, you can even read looks,
Your KIND-- without needing acknowledgement
It’s just in your nature, passing no judgement
And don’t get me started on our INTELLECTUAL talks;
Your words touch my soul, they penetrate me
Parts of myself I never truly thought I’d see
You have an abundance of qualities I’ve come to admire
But how could I confess-- love has made me a liar
BUT-- we don’t speak of the past, we’ve moved on from it’s hold
Breaking our chains, for new lives we are told
Will make the best of you and me
I’ll never put you in a cage love
You’re perfectly free
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 11:23 AM UTC
Mountains, glaciers, redwoods alike
Hiking, running, going by bike
Shiver, stumble, gracefully aware
Wind, sand, snow in our hair
Stories, laughter, sadness take hold
Seeing, learning, making our mold
Life, happiness, too vital to deny
Quails, sequoias, untouchable skies
Shades of blue, green, colors surround
The Earth, spinning, not making a sound
Quiet, serene, clouds moving slow
Strong, silent, peace we would know
Unexplainable, these scenes make a person anew
Breathing in and out, these universal truths
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC
anxious
surgery
waiting room
tic tac toe
winning
losing
waiting
can't
help
but
notice
not one
but
two
"Top Rated Doctor"
magazine covers
hanging
right
in
front
of
my face
waiting
still
…
called
back
disinterested
nurse
*****
-yet brisk-
cavalier
surgeon
cutting
sewing
apologizing
plainly
unempathetic
couldn't
help
the
tears
that
followed
and
for
taking
the
*********
time
to write
about
this
****
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
I believed in every word you said
How could I doubt
But somehow I feel that even the smallest
Anemone at the bottom of the sea needs
Some kind of love to sprout
And this sums up what we are
Human beings on a mystical, spinning star
We can't explain
But even after the longest journeys around the world
Traveling through space and time
I'd still remember your name
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
The hustle and bustle is not for me
I want to live a quiet life, enjoy my own company
Forget the noises of the city
I'll sit here, make a drink, tell myself I look pretty
I don't want to take a bus, a taxi, or a train
I want to walk along on foot, even if it's in the rain
I don't want neighbors that I can see
Just a private backyard, fulfilling my own destiny
I want to hear the sounds of the great outdoors
The birds chirping, leaves falling, and begging for more
I don't like sirens or obnoxious parties
Rather play my guitar and write sad stories
I want to breathe deep, that fresh mountain air
And have no ones worries but my own to care
Some may call it selfish, this life I lead
But in this heart will live no greed
Only opportunity for learning and self growth
Live on, my child, let your feet feel the earth
The time is right
All is now
Simplicity and love
Will show you how
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
I have someone I love,
but they are far away
So I'm going to try and live like Horace, as well as many others said
And "seize the day"
He's a poet and I'm a poet
Living and breathing as one
When we're together and when we're apart
Missing each other like the moon and the sun
But our words keep us going
Without seeing each other's faces
I long to be with him more than anyone else
To travel all different places
My love, he's genuine, and kind, and sweet
Brings me flowers on days I oversleep
Promises my heart a place to keep
And meets me at the end of the road in bare feet
With nothing but a smile,
And a warm
White sheet
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
I think it's better that I write when I'm happy
Than to write when I'm sad
When I try to write something I just end up mad
Cause nothing comes out, nothing sounds good
I can't compose like I think I should
My mind wanders, but is more often blank
I consider, reconsider, and then over think
Well, it looks like I can write something after all
But most people, including myself
Conclude it's not any good at all
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
Boots laced up
Time to go
Out in the woods
We walk in snow
You look at me
Don't speak a word
In the silent thicket
Our voices heard
Keep trekking
We find our way
Our little adventures
Make my day
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
Forget the birds
Forget about doves
Forget about the things
That make you feel
any kind of love
Love poems are great in number
Rather than contributing, though,
I'll take a nice
long
slumber
I want to write about
more worldly things
Stuff that boggles the mind,
Perplexity it brings
Something that makes
you think I'm the best
poet of my time
Day and night,
I'll keep writing these lines
But
**** it,
I'm done this time
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
I am walking on
hard stones
Looking for
open roads
But there are no neon
signs lit tonight
Nothing to prepare me for
this inevitable flight
Up, up, up
I go
On the way,
in the air to roam
No longer seeing road…
Bring me down,
Pull me back
Head strong and looking
Avoiding the circular track
Nothing to better me
but myself and my own
and this life, for now
I'll call my own
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC