You’re supposed to be here
You’re supposed to be that way
You’re certainly not supposed to do that
And here’s what you’re supposed to say
Supposition makes a mess
Of inner peace and happiness

Thinking big thoughts
From a couch
Is a lot more productive
Than it used to be
This
In itself
Might be a big thought
From a couch

You write the poetry of my life
Like you've already lived it
Maybe we're on the same wavelength
Or maybe it's just kismet

Beautiful men are a breed truly rare
Different than handsome, or merely fair
Beautiful men
Get me tingling
A dimpling in my smiles
🌸Blush🌸
Beautiful men
It’s not how they look
It’s something within

He walks so far away
Distance
Yesterday and today
Tomorrow
Maybe he will see
One would think that would be up to me
Make myself known, flail about
Jump up and down
Scream and shout
Amid the crowd
Millions of kitties
Pulling up shirts
And showing off *******
I got ******* too
But my brain is
So much more beautiful
Like most things that are hard to see
You gotta pay attention to notice the beauty

It snows in June
Sometimes
On one unlucky
Son of a gun
Dipped and daunted
Cold and haunted
Almost had
Just what you wanted
Summer storms
Blow dreams away

But new dreams come
Another day

I judge people for little things
And I judge myself for this
I can be a nasty *****
I am working on it

I love my poems
I cannot help but feel they are
BRILLIANT
Rationally
The sane part of me
Knows they’re high
Mediocre
But the dream part of me
Wishes the word could see
The BRILLIANCE
Of my poetry
Maybe it will someday  
After I’ve written so many
A huge anthology
Upon which experts agree
Is BRILLIANT poetry
In my hopes and dreams
That’s how it’s gonna be
Long after I’m dead
My great-great grandkids are gonna be
So **** proud of me

Fireflies
I am not trying to hate on them
Because they are magic
But fireflies are a let down up close
Basically, a carpenter ant with wings
Yet,  delicate as far as bugs go
But lovely to see
The magic of glow
In a dusk time firefly show
Who gives a crap
How they look up close?
I’m being a hater of fireflies
Clearly I’ve hit a new low

Do you believe you deserve it
That spot upon the throne you sit
Does your soul feel unworthy
Too lame, too old, or too tame
Lots of losers shine real bright
For lots of nights
Lots of playas **** at the game
Even with luck, they’re famous but lame
Many ones can deliver some vibe
Created with machines that ain’t even alive
Lots claim to be the best
Without daring to test
Lots of sleepers take too long of a rest
And some of them never wake
How long you gonna keep hitting the snooze?
How do you not know that art has no rules?
Silly fools
Me and you
One giving up
The other refuse

I know an old lady who swallowed a fly
I don’t know why she swallowed the fly
Perhaps she’ll die
She stayed far away from spiders, though
When something don’t taste right
Old ladies tend to know

I come across a brilliant poem
Gem
Just gorgeous
Sitting in the dust
Touched upon by wind
But never carried in
Sitting in the crowd
As dust will sit
And accumulate
Dusty gems
Everywhere
While the crowd stays convinced
Gems are rare

It was too **** long
I skipped ahead
Saw I didn’t miss much
All those words to say nothing
I realize that it’s such
A shame
**** doesn’t rhyme
With much

To me this looks like permission
“Run free in your poetry”
And throughout my history
No kinder words have been given
To me

Weaken the whole
Both sides
I suppose

Lay a whisper on me, please
Set it out on the breeze
Nobody has to hear it
Not even me
Send me some love
Anonymously
If that’s the way
It has to be

However it goes down
It won’t be said
I didn’t try

I admire your strength
And your refusal to be a victim
But at the same time
You are a victim
Refusing to accept yourself
For what you are
There is no shame to acknowledge
You’ve had it tough
I never worry that you’ll become one to
Lean on it
And trot out your scars
For anything other than to show another
Their scars can be
Like roots of a tree
That grow up
Instead of down
I see that in you
The beauty of your “only you”  blue
And scars wore like a crown

I would pray for you
But it would be too selfish of me to
God has people asking for working legs
Or to cure a devastating disease
God is filled up to overtime
With desperate victims of crime
In need of justice
Or maybe just peace
I have everything I need
I can’t ask for God to waste time on me
You are worthy of praying for
I certainly do agree
But I ain’t got it in me
To waste God’s time
With my dreams
There might not be another way
Than divine intervention
But if it takes all that to get your attention
It isn’t meant to be
And God shouldn’t sacrifice you
To make me happy
I wish we could be
But it isn’t fair to pray for thee
I may be a sinner
But I’m not unworthy
At least, I try not to be

They say life is a highway
It is not
Life is a rotary
With only one exit
Lucky I live in Massachusetts
We got rotaries everywhere
Here
I’m hoping that makes me better prepared

I have yet to master the talent of
Holding my tongue

People want to know why the chicken crossed the road
I don’t care why
I’d rather congratulate chickens for being so GREAT
At road crossing
I’ve seen dogs and cats and skunks and raccoons and deer and possum
Foxes too
All laying dead on roads
Obviously hit by cars
Yet nobody questions their motives
For crossing that road
On the other hand
I have never seen even one dead chicken
Laying in the road
And still
Everyone wants to know

You could disappear today
A part of you will always stay
In the poems that you inspired
Nothing further is required
For longevity
Pretty feelings
Set in stone
Stay there even when you’re gone

I’ve figured out the formula
To be widely liked and known
If I was willing to sound like a teenager
And forget that I am grown
Corny is craved by the crowd
Something immature and loud
But formula’s not what the crowd needs
How do we get those humans
To breast feed?

If we spent time
Intimately
You and me
I’m gonna annoy you sometimes
And you’re gonna bug me
You know you’re not perfect
But do you know I know you’re not perfect?
It’s likely you believe
You’d have to live up to too much with me
I know I wouldn’t want somebody
Unable  to perceive
All the ****** up parts of me
Idolization turned disease
Maybe
I only know that it feels healthy to me
When my soul has dreams
I hope, to you
Healthy is how it seems
Too

I cannot miss what I have never had
Or love who I’ve never met
But that sort of mystery
Surrounds you a lot
I’ll bet

I wonder what it’s like to write a poem that trends
For weeks and weeks on end
People rolling their eyes
Thinking “this again!”
“Why in the heck does that poem still trend?”
And then, of course
It becomes a pain
For even the author
To try to justify
Why this poem keeps trending so high  
As much as it’s cool to be recognized
I don’t think I’d like it
Sustained
Nobody wants to stick around so long
That they become a pain

Excuses are your best friends
You've surrounded yourself
Amongst those little buggers
And as much as you seem to cling to them
They are moving from friends to lovers
They will not love you back
Not make up for one thing you lack
Excuses will not fill your sack
And they routinely blow you right off track

As far as fools go
I’m one of the best
Usually I’m pretty bright
It’s only to you
I be the fool
Some primal urge
To bow and purge
Adorations, speculations
Whatever comes to soul
I have the urge to let you know
You ignite fire all around
Raze debris right to the ground
And now new growth is found
Rich, volcanic stew
All because of you

Is he even paying attention to me?
He’s paying some attention to me!
He’s paying a lot of attention to me
I am so happy
He’s paying a lot of attention to me
He’s paying some attention to me!
Is he even paying attention to me?

How long does one have to boycott
The one they can’t stay away from?  
Is there some magic time limit
That will make him notice I’m gone?  
Or even that I was ever there?  
I had to try something different
To get somewhere
Out or in
Attention either way
Boot me out on my ***
Or tell me you want me to stay
His apathy
Painful to me
I suppose it’s really the boot
But I refuse to see his kicking foot
And knowing it’s happening does no good
I justify, give him excuses
And write all these poems
With the boos and the hooses
And hope at some point he chooses
To see me
And give me a shot
Or set me free
He’s not the only somebody
On this entire Earth for me
I know this, rationally
But he’s the only one I see
So I write him poetry
Which I no longer share with he
My art is inconsequential to him
Aching to me
I can’t seem to win
Unfortunately

You are leaving
Fine
Go
But your announcement about it
Must've been painful
When you had to note
Nobody noticed
Your micro tantrum
About how you're going away
Forever
And maybe a day
Not one measly comment
Asking you to stay
I suppose that explains why
You're done with this place
Goodbye, lonely one
Be on your way

I fleet and flit
Habitually
My attention
Not much to speak
Yet you
You…
You captivate me

I wanna laugh so hard til my belly hurts
I wanna order a sundae complete with the works
I wanna get tan lines on every inch of my skin
I surely wanna dance and sing
I wanna run to the top of the hill
And proclaim “I AM KING”
But since I’m a girl
I can’t do everything

He is my amnesia boyfriend
C’mon
You know that guy
You know you used to love him
But you can’t remember why

I wonder what a tree would say
To a climber
If it could
If I was a tree
I’d probably like
When people climbed on me
And birds
They’d probably tickle
All that being said
Thank Goodness I’m not a tree
Helpless as a thing could be

Whispers are most interesting
To patient ears

I came with the perfect poem in my head
But I used a new phone, as my old one is dead
And the process of getting to writing the poem
Made it get lost in my head
But I came here to write a poem
And write a poem
I shall
About all the brilliance
Turned into vapor
Between the thought
And commitment to paper

He is the man who
Makes me feel
At times
On the brink of insanity
Mind flutter
Even morphs
Expands and
Flips chaotic
He is on the swinging trapeze
Perfect rhythm
To catch whenever
He swings back around my way
And signals me to jump

Strangers in a crowd
Eyes to smiles
What if?
Or best if not
Not a nothing
Between strangers in a crowd

Add in a little fear
Stir
Watch the machine take it up
Put a little in every cup
See the motor
Start to churn
Notice who hasn’t taken their turn
Push and **** them on your way
Tease, cajole, and have your say
This is progress
Babe
And you will thank me
One day

Mr. Fair Weather
He’s there whenever
Things are going your way
But soon rain will come
And that ***** ***
Will go find someone
Having a sunny day

I survived many things that should have shattered me
My people know what I mean
Now I stay here
Unangry
Peaceful as a girl could be
I don’t want to hurt or blame anybody
And I think that is the strength in me

These are priceless things
I bring

I put it all out there for you
Beg for your attention
In front
Openly
While you do nothing to encourage me
Some people may see that and believe
I’m one sad, sorry, sick puppy
But honestly
Putting my feelings out
Feels healthy to me
I suppose it’s irrelevant
Whether you see

It is my job to like myself
I am not gonna sell out
And be the typa person
I cannot like.
Things that are only my own business
But this is only how I feel about me
Whether you like you
Is your business, too

There is no such thing as
Bringing a relationship
Back from the dead
Attempts at resuscitation
Will only result
In more frustration
Holding on
Hoping for change
According to Einstein
Makes you deranged
And he was pretty smart

Dear sir
Yippie!!!  
We write to inform
You are a member of
The most exclusive club
Membership of a few
Only you
Can be
In this imaginary
Club with me
Myself, and I
We three and you
In this club of almost two
Until, the day
Yourself shows up
I hope he’s on his way

If you search for tenderness
It isn’t hard to find
You can have the love you need to live
But if you look for truthfulness
You might just as well be blind
It always seems to be so hard to give
Honesty
Is such a lonely word
Everyone is so untrue
Honesty
Is hardly ever heard
And mostly what I need from you
I can always find someone
To say they sympathize
If I wear my heart out on my sleeve
But I don’t want some pretty face
To tell me pretty lies
All I want is someone to believe
…

I tell my truth to deaf ears
And this I knowingly do
Often
It’s true
Dear ears and deaf ears
Both need to hear
Truth
It’s always of some use
Truth is still truth
Even if it’s mute