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 Mar 2018 ChrisJoeMiller
Midnight
For some ****** reason,
You're stuck in my mind
And I'm dying to know,
But I can't figure why.

I've known you for months,
Or for years it so seems,
But I can't get you out,
You've appeared in my dreams.

We've spoken before,
But now I want more;
The gaze in your eyes
Lingers much longer this time.

The way that you touch me,
Just isn't the same;
Everything is softer,
Something has changed.

The echo of your voice
Is much warmer this time,
But I'm thinking I like it,
Oh, what does this mean?

This is all so **** sudden,
It never showed up before,
I'm confused as all hell,
But now I want more.
It took me forever to formulate my incoherent thoughts, and I'm afraid they are still haphazard.
my biggest fear
is right here
so close
and very near
it did not just appear
nothing was clear
everyday so unclear
my fear
over time
my mind engineered
manifest itself through the years
continue living
do I dare
I have/had nothing to share
I am baffled
I am disgraced here
this fear
will never
has never
disappeared
my fear
cannot heal
its very real
maybe the devils deal
never concealed
what do I feel
my fear
of
me
!!
its real
you are like:



                    a mirrored lake, everything below the surface.

           handwritten love letters and bright smiles.

     a quaint cottage surrounded by wilderness.

          the glimmering sand and burning sunsets.



               the whole night sky and everything beyond it.

          the force in the tide, the chill in the breeze.

     lingering glances and long drives.

lightning and thunder -

                                                -and everything-

                                                                                                      -in between.
I wanted to write you a poem... but at the same time I didn't... I wanted to talk to you... I rehearsed possible things to say and I got as far as "hello"... I tried one day and all I got out was a quite and low "hi"... I think thats what I said, I don't really remember...I was nervous and maybe didn't say anything at all... I'm really bad at this.... I don't know how I ended up so shy or why I am...

true story... my first girlfriend came into my work... all dressed up... walked up to me and said, "So, when are you going to ask me out?"... I was 21 at the time... I haven't gotten much braver since... I finally did ask someone out once... I was 43 at the time... it was a rush... she said no, had a boyfriend... but still... I did it... finally...but... old habits... I wanted to write you a poem. ..  the same way I wanted to talk to you... but I didn't...
Why does an empty heart fell so heavy and a full heart so light?
 Mar 2018 ChrisJoeMiller
Samantha
There are some people out there,
Spreading lies to those unaware...
Listen, friends, to my words;
And hear the horrors they said, the curse!

"Price doesn't matter, and it never has,
We'll make a fortune on our own path!
Who even cares about the headphone jack?
It's a waste, nobody wants it back."

"Besides, we can market to those who are dumb.
Stupid enough to type with just a thumb;
They won't care about a closed system.
Nerds? Who could think that we missed 'em?"

This is why I decided to not
Buy from the company as messy as a knot.
I'd rather spill a whole glass of Snapple
Than own a device made by Apple.
This wasn't a very good poem, but I decided to finish it when I found out that it was lying around in my "DRAFT" section for over a month.
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