My Ophelia
Rip yourself apart for me
Fill your mouth to the brim for me
And I'll outline your weightless body in violets and rue
Destroy your mind and cross every line
And I'll lay down inside of your grave with you
Never more will you be lonely

There was a night not so long ago,
I felt like dancing in the moonlight,
My arms around your waste,
You're head resting on my chest.

We would bend and sway like a young
Tree slowly starting to grow.
We would murmur of silly things
Like tea and sunflowers.

After our dance I would have liked to lay in the grass.
You know the spot.
Where we laid together last time.
Where we watched the wind.

I want to lay there again with you.
I want your head to be rested on my chest.
I want to idly play with your hair
While we watch the moon.

Someday we will do these things.

Yesterday I went out and looked at the moon. It was beautiful and full.
Today I returned to look at it and little had changed.
So tomorrow I'm going to sweep you off your feet,
And we will dance in the moonlight until the wind blows us to the ground.

My thoughts are a canvas painted in spray paint along a rundown subway.

I look back on my nearly twenty years of life and I'm amazed

At how much I've done.
How much I haven't.
How much I should or shouldn't have done.

I see my deep past,
The part of me I earnestly tell people
At three in the morning.

I see school days flickering by
Like an old school flip book that measured My life.

As the pages flicker by
A clear picture becomes evident:

Where one is not enough,
Many together can overcome.

My friends as life would so have it
We are getting pulled to different parts of the world.
Some of us may thrive,

Others may fall,

It is up to us to hold together;

If one can not overcome, many together can.

Poetfreak was my first poetry home
Skill and pants optional

It brought me in and introduced me
To possibilities.

Ones that I alone contained,

But it was not hard to try.
In every post was people giving affirmation,
In every clever prose there was a wave
If encouragement and advice.

Then the cruelty of someone who loves destroying a community corrupted my home.

It broke down rules,
It took over people's profiles.

Ultimately it shut us down.

It's not the same here.

It's not that HP is bad,
It's just not home.

I feel like I'm on an awkward first date
During our first dance
And I'm being held at arm's length.
Even though I'm trying to get closer.

I just want to be closer.
I want this to be a new home.

I've been here long enough to wonder if that's possible.

Writing love poems to no one,
Is like making cookies for yourself,
Its still enjoyable
Even if you do it alone.

There is a thief among us.
One so stealthy and sneaky-
A shadow on the wall would be too loud for her stealth.

How then do I know she is here?
And how do I know that she is a she?

Well that's because she stole the heart right out of me.

I never saw it coming,
I was to blind...
To thickheaded,
I admit even to selfish.

I had this thief in front of me

One year.
She had beautiful red hair that could make a cardinal weep.
She had a smile and a blush just as bright.

Yet she snuck under my radar.

She stealthed her way two more years
Always there
Always connected
Always noticed
But never known.  

Then she made her move.
In the dead of night,
While we were on the phone.
She spoke seven clever words.

Seven words spoken true can make anyone fall for you.

Then she called threw my screen.
She reached her tender hands into my soul and caressed my heart, and taking part of it with her she retreated.

But not to hide.
She blew her cover.
Now she had part of me, and I part of her

I know who she is,
And I know that I want her in my life.