These cold autumn mornings,
Were made for you and me.
As the morning mist lingers over the rooftops,
My arm lingers over you.
Under warm covers we hide
Our bodies intertwined.
Slowly watching the day break
As the dull alarm comes alive.
Finally we break our embrace
And begin to face another day.
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 2:03 AM UTC
It's 2 am
and I haven't slept yet
so I thought
why not write you a poem?
Is it evident
that the words are wheezing
and there is no current?
The words
are wheezing
alright.
Iron rusts
when there's oxygen and moisture
and my words rust
when there's no you.
Oh,
my words
are wheezing
alright.
I've been sleeping
at the edge
of my bed, all this time
because "missing you"
is a creature on its own,
I'm not saying it's a
symbiotic relationship
but "missing you" takes up
half of my bed,
half of my words.
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 2:03 AM UTC
We walk these city streets
Two instruments to the world
As I take your hand I feel
The poetry flow from your skin
Beautiful verses of life’s song
Pour into my veins
As I trace your vibrant palm
I could listen forever
I fall in love with the overture
Played by your divine symphony
Orchestrated to perfection
Within your fingertips
We walk these city streets
Two instruments to the world
The music in our soul
Emancipated by the lovers touch
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC
If I seem distant,
it is not because
you bore me,
but because I am busy
grasping your heartbeat
and winding the
electricity in the air
into thread, spider-thin,
so that I will never
lose track
of where we are.
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 12:09 PM UTC
Try to remember riding your bike
When summers were too short
And the time until you felt heartache would be very long.
You pick up speed down that big hill then
Bam!
Pavement.
Now I wonder if this is falling.
If my pink Huffy prepared me for love.
In that split second
between bike and ground
(the one that makes you question why you were riding a bike in the first place)
You prepare for the pain and then
Bam!
After the break-up, make-up, screw-up,
Things get better.
Once that pain heals you get up and realize that you want to ride again.
You get a new bike, sit down and pedal.
You want to ride again
And feel the wind in your hair
Because its ******* beautiful.
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 1:16 PM UTC
Where does love go?
Does it fly away from us?
On small, crumpled paper airplanes,
Made from forgotten love letters?
Or maybe it sails,
Carelessly floating away from us.
So slowly, we may not realize.
Does love run?
Can it run to you like I did,
or away from you like I would?
Does it run
or does love look back?
Does love realize a good thing
when it’s there?
Your love has taken off.
It’s off in a dead sprint
To whatever home it can find.
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 9:24 PM UTC
we’re seven years old again
it wasn’t such a danger to live in pretend
when running with scissors was the greatest crime
when nothing but ice cream was on the line
when the only thing broken was mom’s favorite vase
when we made a mistake, just stop and erase
when my brother and I fought about petty things
when it was a miracle for a butterfly to sprout wings
when we weren’t afraid to be wrong
when we listened to the radio and just sang along
when the skies were blue and the moon was bright
when the stars were what we thought of at night
when the biggest fear was the monsters under the bed
when we’d never regret a single word we said
when boys were weird and girls played with dolls
when we wanted to grow up and break from these walls
when we wished on stars and thought it would come true
when school was for drawing and flash cards and glue
when Band-Aids made the pain go away
when mom’s embrace made everything okay
when we wanted to ride a big kid bike
when the closest thing to love was like
when teachers were geniuses and parent knew it all
when we knew they were there to catch us if ever we may fall
when we could dance like no one’s watching
when we could talk like we didn’t care
when we could smile a thousand watt smile
when we could sing like no one’s there
snow was the greatest thing in the world
we didn’t count calories in birthday cake
we wanted a new toy for christmas
we ate dinner as a family
and mom and dad were the only ones in love
Looking back on that now, it seems we got our wish
We grew up, but its childhood we miss
Because now we’re all heartbroken and bleeding
Impatient
Whiney
Bruised
Needy
Pigs don’t fly and there’s no money on trees
Rainbows aren’t too colorful, sugar isn’t too sweet
Mom and Dad rarely talk and our teachers get us in trouble
Band-Aids and Mom’s hugs won’t keep us in a bubble
We were merely daydreaming, now we’re all about to fall
This is what we wanted, but we don’t want this at all
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 9:22 PM UTC
I am the melody that sends shivers through your skin.
I am the song stuck in your head
Though my song isn’t the prettiest
You are the harmony that fills the void in my tune
As I wander up and down the scale
Jumping octaves
Skipping notes
You are the consistent beat of the drums
Holding my song together
Keeping me in the right measure
I could not play this song without you
I am the black keys
You are the white
Though we could play a chord without the other
That’s not the song I’d write
Let’s write a song that’s never been heard
We’ll hammer keys with fingers held firm
Intent on composing life’s perfect score
We’ll keep playing when our fingers grow sore
Hold down the pedal to sustain our sound
Crescendo to Fortissimo
And never slow down
My Melody
Your Harmony
Until the curtain call.
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 9:21 PM UTC
I like to come in
and lie on my bed
With the window open
and blinds all the way up
To let the sun warm me up
and the breeze make me curl
Into a lopsided ball
with a blanket on my feet.
I like to stay there for a few hazy minutes
To think about all the things
I don’t want to do
And to summon the energy required to perform tasks
That require so little physical force
It’s embarrassing.
I like to think that I deserve a break
Because I woke up so early and had to face the cold
Of this winter that produced so little snow
So I roll over and grab a connecting device.
I like to lie on my stomach or side
While looking through pictures of beautiful places
And beautiful people
And beautiful ideas
To tell myself that’s where and who I want to be.
I like to believe that staying here
Mostly doing unenjoyable tasks
That make my body and mind feel bad
Is going to pay off in a few years.
I like to imagine that I am brave
Enough to admit to myself
That this is not really for me
Because I am not happy.
I like to put the thoughts
Of the unfortunate facts
Concerning my approaching death
Out of my head.
I like to understand that I am being too dramatic
On the subject of my life and my feelings
Because in the big picture
what I want
is not important
So I should come back
and lie on my bed.
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 9:21 PM UTC
Terrible with names
Instantly recognize faces
Afraid of being alone
Find comfort in open spaces
I have the need for love
Not the ability to show
Living in an empty world
Longing for someone to know
As time passes, ever so slow
The feeling of regret turns hollow
The seasons may change outside my window
My cold world seems not to grow
Longing for someone to know
I watch the individual snowflakes flutter, just so
I hope to have one touch me
To show I'm not alone
But they always blend into my world below
Longing for someone to know
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC