You walk past me
Catching my eye with your ice blue discs
Time at your control and you stop it
You look me in the eye and
You see right through me
Electrocuting my heart
Burning through me like a lightning bolt
All with a single
Blue-eyed glance.

If I am unimportant to you
I wish you could be unimportant too
For I certainly rue
The day I met you
How could I be such a fool?

You know what? I realized I have no idea how to do a Petrarchan Sonnet

There once was an ignorant child
Who most certainly wasn’t too mild
Her first name was Quinn
She committed a sin
Being not polite but instead quite wild.

Push me down thinking
That I won’t push you back worse
You are so stupid

Others have nicotine
methamphetamine
Heroine.

I have poetry
You and me
Addictive words and you.

I need to get ready for the day
Wow the snowflakes are big
Dang it it’s gonna be cold
Dang it I have to wear a dress to church and it’s cold
Ah frick.

As snow falls
I am filled with calm
Until I am reminded
Remembering
That people put Christmas decorations
Up before Halloween.
The calm is banished
Because
Who the frick does that??

Something about you
Just lays me to waste.
Something about you
Makes me bolt, run with haste.

Something about you
No matter how small
Always makes me tumble
Tumble and fall.

Do you know me
Really?

I don’t know if I know me
Really.

At this certain age
It is so hard to determine
Whether what we are
Is what we are
Or if it is what we are expected to be.

1990’s
Normal was not weird
2019
Normal (typical) is gay, weird, and depressed.

Normal is only temporary
Normal can be weird
If weird is what is popular
Then that will become normal as well.

S snow
N never gets
O old
W winter is so pretty.

The gentle flakes of snow
Caress my nose
And land softly
On a high bough.

If
You are dear to the heart of a poet
Get ready for intense affection
But he/she may or may not show it.

If
You are hated by the heart of a poet
Get ready for intense anger
For he/she will definitely show it.

For us poets
Feel things so much
Such as anger
Or a lovers touch.

I would say,
“Nothing. What about you?”
You would say nothing
Because you don’t know anything
Either.

If what is bad for the heart
Is good for art
Then you’re gonna make me into a Picasso.

When I was younger
Things were simple
I was simple
I miss simple.

When you were younger
You were my best friend
We were best friends

Where did we go?

Please
Don’t equivocate
I want to know
What you are trying to say.

Please
Just tell me
Because I don’t understand
What you want from me.

What do you want from me?

Dear God,
If you love us
And want us to be happy
Why do you make us
Feel so much pain
When we are in love?

You are undefined
Like 0 divided by 0
Or a non-linear function.

I am uncontrollable
For you cannot hold down the wind
I am free
For you cannot stop gravity
I am lawless
For you cannot tie down art with rules.

The silence breaks
And out of its shards
Rises sound.

Catch the stars
Breath in the moonlight
Grow so tall
You can hold the moon.

Speak to an owl
Maybe a fox
In my dreams
Nothing is orthodox.

What?
I don’t know.
Why?
I don’t know.

Wow. This is why I have no ideas.

HP decided it wouldn’t work
Which is like being thirsty
But having nothing
But mud and murk.

I need these words to survive
I need to know I am heard.
Like any organism
Needs water.

So when HP decided it would start again
I overindulged a little
And made like, 10 poems in a span of ten minutes.

Just like a dehydrated person might do
After they find water
Drinking until they feel like they’re about to explode.

I really hope I don’t throw up.

Must you be so annoying?
Must you be so rude?
Must you be so everything
That ruins the mood?

I say to the mirror.

I’m the one puzzle
Missing puzzle pieces
That frustrates
And bothers everybody.

I’m also the dog
That ate the puzzle piece
To discreetly trigger
Everybody.

I’m bad at it.

If I could think
That would be great
But my brain just won’t comply.

If only I could create
Something useful
Too bad my brain is fried.

If I could pass my math test
That would be quite the miracle
But that’s another story
For another time
About how bad I am at math.

Normal people have toothbrushes
I have words
To clean off all my gunk.

I can’t just wish
And it will happen.

No,
Life likes to spice things up.
Unfortunately.

I was kind of unsure
But not anymore!

Something inside of me shifts
And everything seems ok again.

The wind blows through me
As easily as it blows through the trees.

Maybe
I am exactly how I feel
Full of holes.

People say
That you’ll just know
What you want
You will have a gut feeling
A vision
An intuition.

And I do have a gut feeling
I feel like I have been punched in the gut.

I find myself longing
For what I once had
Forgetting
What I could be
Would be better.

If everyone in the world
Could be half as bright as you
The sun would not measure up to us.

If everyone in the world
Could be half as funny as you
A second would not pass
Without having a good hearty laugh.

If I
Could be half as YOU as you
Maybe I might deserve you.

Me
My friends
Running backwards around the bend
Getting buried by cute kittens
Instead of socks, wearing mittens
Going sledding in late spring
Here’s the end of the list
Of wonderful ridiculous things.

I just want to let you know
Things are best when they’re ridiculous

If I could wish upon a star
I would go back in time
And take back
All of the things
That mar
What was once a pure white surface
Of a soul.

How fast
Beautiful things
Turn grotesque.

I am sunshine
I am rain

I am heart
And I am brain

Contradictions are my essence
I can assure you
None of them make sense.

I am not one
I am made by my experiences
I am not me
I am what happens to me.

Yet
I am the only one
That is
What I am.

I used to not be scared of heights
That was before I fell
Now all I want to do
Is stay safely on the ground.

I can’t believe how boring I’ve gotten.

I looked up what contradiction means
It means a combination of statements, ideas, or features of a situation that are opposed to one another.
We are contradiction, my friend.
You oppose me,
Yet we are still combined.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
The words flit past my lips
Like a butterfly

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
I bid you adieu
I’ll see you next time

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
My leaving grows nigh
Goodbye!

123
What the heck is wrong with me?
456
Why can’t my problems just be fixed?
789
All of this seems like a sign
101112
That I should just stop,
And think outside of my own self.

I just ate an entire container of
Cherry tomatoes
What the heck?!
Who does that?!

I feel sad
I think
I shouldn’t feel sad
I list my blessings
I think of all the kids
Out there who don’t
Have a good family
Or a house
Or nice clothes.

I cry.
The guilt makes me cry more.

We are all blind
We all are wearing sunglasses
With shades so strong
That we can’t see the light
Of the world anymore.

Everything is boring
Nothing is new
We walk through a world of nothingness.

We have mediocre awareness
We cannot see past ourselves

I wonder how the human race
Got to be this way.

I am stupid
And naive
To think this would be easy.

I am stupid
And naive
To believe it would be served
On a silver platter.

I am a complete and utter ignoramus.

It is too dark
Unnaturally dark
The night eating away
The light.

Oh the light
What a magnificent sight
Yellow and white
Shining bright.

Oh the dark
In such stark
Contrast for the night marks
A time where things meet
In the cover of black
Hiding away, discreet.

The dark hushes
Dims light
So they only glow
Their white light
Turning yellow
Muted
By too dark darkness.

I see dark grey rain clouds above me
Right next to me
Is bright blue skies with
Puffy white clouds

So near
Yet so far away.