Fair pledges of a fruitful tree,
  Why do ye fall so fast?
  Your date is not so past
But you may stay yet here awhile
  To blush and gently smile,
      And go at last.

What! were ye born to be
  An hour or half’s delight,
  And so to bid good night?
’Twas pity Nature brought you forth
  Merely to show your worth
      And lose you quite.

But you are lovely leaves, where we
  May read how soon things have
  Their end, though ne’er so brave:
And after they have shown their pride
  Like you awhile, they glide
      Into the grave.

so I brought my writer wife
(prominently pregnant)
to the hospital
and on her bed, she screamed:
"weren't" "hasn't" "couldn't" "shan't"
"aint" "hadn't" "you're" "isn't"
"aren't" "didn't" "wasn't"
"who's?" "what's?" "he's" "she's"

The doctors were confounded
and they turned to me and they said:
"What the hell is she doing?"

And I replied with double speed
and a violent sense of urgency:
*"Don't you know?
She's having contractions -
she's a writer"

Poetry moves from within our souls,
It's emotions pouring out
Covering us in rhymes and flow,
Like rain from the clouds

Infinite letters, words and phrases
In various permutations we play
Collaboration between heart and mind
Breathed into these pieces that we lay

Touching lives with our written form
Healing with words, what's poetically true
Freedom of expression, thoughts and ideals
Crying out in ink, until our sadness is through

Similar in thoughts but meander through individual routes
We all sing the same but to different rhythm and tunes
Inscribe our innermost but to varying worthy causes
We all draw inspiration but from the same loyal moon

A different form of art, yet art none the same
It's in the eye of the beholder, so they say
Poetry is life drawn in pen, it's not an erasable game
It truly breathes life, looking forward to each new day

**We proudly fly our diverse flags
United under one banner
We revel in words of poetry
In the hopes they'd last forever

If you are a girl and you are bisexual,
you're really just a ****.

If you are a boy and you are bisexual,
you're really just gay.

Bisexuality isn't a real thing,
it's a phase. You're confused.

All girls are secretly bi.
You're just more honest about it.

Bisexuals like everyone,
they don't know how to have real relationships.

Bisexuals are looking for attention,
They're dramatic,
They're confused,
They're *****
Idiots
Sinners
Immature.

Wrong.


Bisexuals are people.

Sometimes I feel like it's all too good to be true
Is our love real
Do you love me like I love you

Sometimes I think that we're in love with the thought
The thought that we could be something great
It's hard to tell when you're so far away

Risking it all to be with you is scaring me
The closer the time comes
The more I'm pushed into a world of skepticism

The worries flood my mind
And it's frightening to think I could be doing this all for nothing
Only to be left alone in the end

One of us has to take the plunge
To see if this is real
How will we ever know without any risk

Hoping and praying that our relationship works
That we will have a fighting chance
And live the life we've always wanted

I love you
I want you
Love me
And want me too

Waste-of-skin misogynists
Eagerly-angry feminists
Trust-fund kids
Disposable friends
Reusable partners
Confused 20-something's
Mid-life crisis lifers
Got-it-all-figured-out liars
Early comers and late arrivals*
The world's too full of them

Every once in a blue moon, I have nightmares.
Usually reoccurring.
Usually confusing.
Especially terrifying.
But tonight's was -- by far --
the worst.

I had you.
I had you in my arms and love was bright and I was yours.
You pulled away.
I let you go, thinking you didn't want me to hold you anymore.
You cried.
I questioned.
You held out your arms.
What I saw was something I hope to never see in reality -- your beautiful arms, a ****** mass of torn flesh and broken spirit.
I tried to heal them with bandages, tape, and my love... but they bled on.
You bled out.
And I bled tears.

The only thing on my mind was you when I awoke.

It's funny that I worry about things like that.
I worry that you're slipping through my ice cold fingers and there is nothing for me to grasp...
But then I remember how quickly you changed my life and my heart.
I learned to love again.
And with that love, I will hold onto you.
Hopefully, you won't pull away.