I go to you, in my mind,
When my soul is quiet
And then, oddly
My soul needs to sing to thee
It’s gotta be tough to be someone’s dream
When I sing to you it must sound like a
Scream

I come here
Carrying my jug of water
Sacrifice to thirsty gods
Put my prayers into the flow
Hope you know
Hope you know

I earned it
I believe
But I respect your right not to give it to me

At what point is
Giving up the
Thing to do?
Are we past it?
And you knew?

Maybe my feelings for you aren’t
“No matter what.”
The only no matter whats I got
Grew inside my body
Or came from theirs
I got plenty of no matter whats
My feelings for you are
“As good as it gets”
There’s only one as good as it gets
You’re the one
For me
I think
I want to know
But I’m too far to see

Every wish I make
Once, I was looking at a star, and it shot right out of the sky
I wished for us to meet
I shoulda put a time limit
Every candle I light
I hope with all my might
Blowing dandelions
Most assuredly trying
Would it help if I was crying?
I still believe
In something I have no cause to see
You and me
But there you be
Mesmerizing beauty
Irresistible
Force of presence
Becoming
Almost tame
I wish for you to be wild again

You ‘bout to lose your bragging rights
Don’t tell me you’re cool
When you’re too scared to fight
A hugely depressing sight
The King of Cool
Bowing to the fool
The crown on your head is losing it’s jewels
You stay silent
But you knew
You knew

It’s not not true
Everything I say to you
But it’s not real, either
I know the difference
Between fake and real
But I also know
How I feel
It is my truth
Everything I say to you
Believe it if you want to
You’ve got your own truth

It’s not fair
The burden I put upon you
I show up
Expecting an answer
You don’t owe
Your answer is silence
Which I ignore
Make excuses
Pretend
Maybe I can say the right thing
One day
A thousand “one days”
Pass
Become past
And it be
Our history
The loneliest “our”
Because it’s only me

One of us is disrespecting the other
It might be me
I ignore your clear signs
Because that’s not how I want them to read
Instead of cutting me loose
You ignore me
Which is a clear sign
I can’t bring myself to see

I know you see me here
Braving the rain
Wearing the stain
Pretending I am not in pain
You refrain
There’s no need to explain

When you feel alone
Please chill with my poems
Love specifically to you
Maybe not tried,
But surely true
I know you must feel it, too
These poems are true
And filled with love for you
They sit at the ready
To fill your time
Kiss your mind
In a tie that binds
Throughout as long as they exist
The writings of the poetess
They await your loneliness
Softly beckoning
“Sit with us.”

The secret I keep
Is I truly believe
My poetry
Is the key
To wherever
I want to be
Watch me get there
You’ll see

Busy doing nothing
At nothing, you are the best
You are becoming
Legendary at nothingness
You couldn’t do less
Yet still be so much
You say very little
People still make a fuss
Why bother
When you don’t have to
I suppose
You don’t even say no
You take nothing as far as it can go
Ask that girl, Krista
She’ll tell you so

I just gotta say
If you’re tryna win somebody’s heart
Don’t do it this way!
Don’t even start
Because it never ends
Day after day after day
(After day!
Infinitely )
Very few people on Earth
As dedicated as me
At displaying their stupidity
But that is who I be
And what I see
Between you and me

There he sits
In my brain
Removing all my shame
There he sits
In my guts
Wishing to be full on us
There he sits
On my ****
Teasing it

I sit now
Trying to find some zen
To send
He has his own
He need not depend
Upon the zen I send
He may not even feel
He is surrounded by a mighty wall of steel

I refuse to let myself feel powerless
In all of this
You are not out of my reach
This I must believe
It might take a miracle to be
But if it did
That miracle would be me

It’s a dull ache
But not drastically bad
Missing something I never had
Self-inflicted
Delusion of pain
Caused by a thought in my brain
Hurt over something that doesn’t exist
What kind of madness is this?!

I want to rattle his bones
Make him feel hungry again
I want to highlight his undertones
Remind him of the himself he used to know
I want to massage his muscles
Work out the cricks
I want to give him lots of licks
Put his skin
All up in
My throat
He can wear my **** body
Like a coat
I want his scent left behind
On my sensitive spots
Share all the passion
That we gots
I wanna hear him gasp
Feel him tremble
Put the perky in his step
If I had at least an hour
I could do it, I bet

Times when my mind
Is my enemy
I tell myself I’ll never
Accomplish one dream
And so it does seem
Times when my mind
Needs space to sigh
Before it tells me
“Give one more try”
Been “one moring” it
So many times
As soon as it’s said
My mind knows it’s a lie

Standing here knocking
At this locked door
I know somebody’s inside
I want him to come into the sun
I tried so hard; I tried
The occupant’s sitting in AC
Gourmet eats
Life orderly and neat
Nobody wants to answer
For the hurricane at the door
Claiming to be sunny
He’s surely fell for that line before

I am his
Which sometimes feels so unkind
He is not mine

He doesn’t want for anything
***, love, affection
He chooses when he goes without
And when he goes with
It’s prime
Ayest grade for one so fine
He doesn’t want for anything
He doesn’t want to be mine

I come here to celebrate
By offering
My soul
Up for inspection
Others will see
How similar souls be

I hope you’re so in love
You feel the butterflies
Fearlessly
I hope she’s so much better than me
I hope she is your place of peace
I want you to be happy
I wish it was with me
Even if I cannot share it
I still wish it to be

I wish mostly for my kids
That they be all they can be
But you live inside the wishes
That I only make for me

Is this bleeding?
It may be
There’s lots of ****** poetry
At this time
I feel bleeding in me

I come to this well
Empty
White page
Refillleth me
A muse, or even God, maybe
Arrives here soon to meet me
Tells my soul
What I want this white page to know
And then
You see
The page tells me

I think it’s begun
But I’m not sure
Sometimes at start signs
The lighting is poor

He just can’t
His reasons are irrelevant
I plead and sycophant
But the guy just can’t
Or don’t want to
I try not to focus
On option two

I have underestimated my appeal
The connection that I thought was real
Imagining  something there
That he would be able to feel
As it turns out, he don’t care
Whatever is there
As true as it may be
Something is not something to him
It’s only something to me

It could be
I can only go explosively
Call you a geek
Make it mean
Call your momma a (obscene)
Say you’re a joke
You sucker fool
Foul, and too dumb to be out of school
Your music *****
And you never been cool
You fool
I could tell you I think you’re a coward
As yellow as they be
You’re not good enough for me
You freak
I could tell myself I want it this way
People lie to themselves everyday

I wish I knew
What you pay attention to
But you are free
To not let me see
Either way
There would be no change in me

As good as it is
Sometimes it aches
But that would happen
Anyway
Lies I use
To explain

In my wildest dreams
You go looking for my poetry
To find ones I’ve written
You haven’t seen
In my wildest dreams
You are a fan of me
Bigly
But you don’t want me to see
And that is the nightmare
To me

I wish I could know
If I should stay
Even though
I can’t  go

I would be the fool for you
But that is something
A smart person would do

You’ve made them seen
Your intentions
To which I agree
I won’t bug you to change your mind
You’ve already been too kind

The point is
There is no
Perfectly pointy point

It means
A lot to me
But not more than anything

I’ve already won
I’m farther than I thought I’d be
And still on my way
That feels
Like winning to me

I tried so hard for you
It’s something I’ll probably always do
Especially after I win
I’ll still try
Again and again

I wanna point to ya boy
Loyal and true
He really loves you
Lucky, you two
Good decisions, too

What’s the worst that could happen?
We could turn out to be a total dud
One of us could go for blood
Together us could be extremely not good
Disappointment
That’s the worst it could be
For me
Disappointment
For you
It could take you to the screws
If I’m not who I seem to be
Is anybody?
It’s probably
Smart of you
Not to gamble on me

I believe
There are some songs that belong to me
In your world
I aim to be
Your some song girl
Even after we
Have both left this world
There will still be some songs
More than a few
That once belonged to me and you
Whether or not you wanted them to

I’ll betcha he tastes like tangerine
Sweet and tangy and sometimes mean
Shelf life notoriously short
Sew a seed
Grow a tree
Just to taste that tangerine
Occasionally

I’m not trying to rush
Any of this
As you should be able to see
But at some point soon
Please start testing me

Thank you to whatever force it is that somehow prevented me from hitting “post,” on some stupid thing I was about to say

He’s my
New purple underwear date
He’s my
I’ll eat whatever he puts on my plate
He’s my
As long as it takes, it’s never too late
He’s my
Wouldn’t it be great?
He’s my
Infinite supply
Of words that rhyme with fate
He’s my
Elevate
The pulse rate
Contemplate
Set me straight
Invisible almost mate