Sometimes it’s smartest to pretend it didn’t exist
Dear  Lone Ranger
Don’t be a stranger

It would take acknowledgment
Whether it came
Or whether it went
Something sure must be sent
But not yet
Maybe
Never

I am the poet
Which makes me the queen
The Queen
Of this land I create
With my brain
With my words
This is my world
And nothing is left up to fate
And dontcha know it
Why not?
I'll make the sky green
Duly banish all creepy ****
And invite
The tastefully obscene
My world is full of things like that
Of which there is no clear line
But all worlds are like that
Too
And that's why this world's mine

Without you I am
The horse with no back
Roberta with no Flack
The lion with no teeth
The cow with no beef
I am the giraffe with no neck
The priest who says “****”
Instead of “heck”
I am the ice with no cold
The youngster who is way too old
I am the draw with no string
The every without it’s thing
The sun with no rise
The giver-upper before she tries
I am the bay with no dock
The rooster who has no ****
The candle with no flame
The abandoned child with no name
I am the windowless house
The cat who never caught a mouse
The car with no gas
The **** with no ***
The pan with no cake
All the give
And not one take
I am the song with no voice
The re with no joice
The night with no day
The ground with no play
But I still slide
Anyway
Down
Down
Down
Dow
Do
D
Disappear
Into me

What will I do
When I no longer lust after you?  
Am I supposed to find somebody new?
I’m sure it’s something I could do
If I had to

I’m in this moment now
And I don’t know you
Something I’ll continuously have to accept
But not my whole life through
It isn’t painful
Though not without ache
I’ll move past it, someday
I am destined for a different fate
I’m happy and blessed
Either way
Thank you
For being
Someone to aspire to

T shirt
To
Winter coat
In the course of just one day
You must be in Massachusetts
We get down that way

Wholly Divided
With a pretense that it's about race
Which maybe it is
But that's just noise on the surface
It's about frustration
With self and position
A feeling of imposition
With no recognition
Lots of friction
But suffered in silence
Because talk may bring violence
And none of it makes any sense
Until twenty years from today
When people will say
"Ah, I was part of those days,"
And half will have lied
To portray
They supported the opposite side

You probably hear it
Often, and over again
How special you are
True, and deep, and aware
You make me see things
That never before were there
Thank you for the vision
Increase my field of view
The sight not otherwise seen
Except through knowing you

I am a ****** girl
Rot
Like trash
I would rather
Rot
Though
And become fertilizer

Poetry evolving
Personally for me
Different places or spaces
Poetry comes with me
Differently
Happy place
Sad place
Where ever
Whoever
I may be
Poetry comes with me
Evolutionary

Using all of those tired lines
"I am besotted with
Your beautiful eyes"
It echoes in my ear
It's all too clear
You're not being sincere
You're repeating some old line
You think I want to hear

I’ve noticed you changing
Being more accommodating
It’s surely nice to see
But this little bit means nothing to me
Develop a pattern
And prove you’re sorry
For that back shelf position
Where you left me
And maybe
Just maybe
I will learn to believe

I’m feeling calm, but I’m never relaxed
I feel it coming, but I’m holding it back
I’m off the edge, but I never attack
I’m straight off the moment, but I still come back like that
I’m a strong man, weaker than I once was
**** and bramble, still hard to handle
I can hold my own if you need me
I’m standing here, can you see me?
Sometimes I’m standing where I wanna be
Sometimes I hate you, but you feel so nice
I know you think I’m gone
But I’m all in, don’t get me wrong
Sometimes I know I’m gonna lose it
I’m all caught up. I’m faking
….

You're a ladder without rungs
A bagpipe player with no lungs
You're a car that's lacking brakes
An actor who needs fifty takes
Hot cocoa on a summer day
When ice cream was the better play
You're the guy who's always late
You like to make others wait
I suppose maybe some will
Those who have a void to fill

I’m not the type to make announced exits
Unless I love you
Then, you’ll know

It was less a move towards him
As it was
A move away from you

I write him poetry
Collecting moments
Feelings, musings
Existing once in my mind
And now in my words
Forever together
Words
He and me
Entwined
Via poetry
What that man creates in me
I put out
Universally
Through the art of poetry
And thus
He and I
Will always be
Encapsulated in the free
The oxymoron of poetry

He doesn’t want to see me
Whatever his reason be
But there is no way
I can’t take it personally

You say you're apathetic
Yet you stress every detail
You say he's not your type
Yet you stalk him without fail
You say you're hard at work
When you're no where near dirt
And according to you
You always win
And you wonder why
No one wants to play again
When you know **** well
You cheat to win

It’s not over
Though it should be
It may be finished for you
But it’s not over for me
For now
I sit back silently
Watching, wondering
What will be
It’s still a prison
Even after I set myself free
I’m locked in this cage
Mentally

You witnessed it all
Til it turned to smoke
All the effort
Nothing gained
Lost is hope and confidence
Only the ashes remain
Along with the sooty stain
I know I have no right to complain
But still, I do so, anyway
All the liberties I take
You gave me none
For goodness sake

How does one put on the brakes
When they desperately want to RUN?
How does one hold back the tide
When on it’s waves one longs to ride?
How does one
Block out an unreliable sun?
Don’t relegate oneself
To the shade
Take it in small doses
Hurry up and learn
Suns have the potential to burn

You want to know
If you hurt my soul
If I sit and pine for you
Not sure why you're asking
Or why you care
Cuz I know you don't pine for me too
At least not in a normal way
Where you miss and long and wish to stay
You are such an attention queen
You want me to write you poetry
It seems to be
That you only like immortal me

You are one of the last
Few
True
Gentlemen
It’s such a rare treat to know you
You never push
Or ask me to extend
On what I’m comfortable to do
You respond openly
And, truthfully too
You’re not afraid to be sensitive
But you’re also strong
And brave
I want you to know
It’s a pleasure knowing you
You beautiful, beautiful, man
I think you’re the best I ever knew
And I’m so **** delighted
You want to know me too
I’m tingling, shining, and skipping around
The change you brought out in me
So I’m deeply thanking the
Woman who brought you to be
You beautiful, beautiful man
You might be too good for me

I couldn’t have tried any harder
Put in heart and soul
Displayed and splayed out
Open, like a wound
Festered
Blistered
Splintered
And broke
You witnessed it all
Til it turned to smoke
All the effort
Nothing is gained
Lost is hope and confidence
Only the ashes remain
Along with the sooty stain
I know I have no right to complain
All the liberties I take
You gave me none
For goodness sake

I shot myself in the foot
With all those love poems
Written for someone who didn’t read ‘em
Plastered them here and other places
Write in everyones’ faces
Alright
And now
It didn’t work out
And anyone else I catch feelings for
Is gonna see this whole lovesick score
Written by me
To some other man
Maybe I’ll write for him, too
But I’ve already said every
Romantic thing I could say
And the next one who comes my way
Is gonna get some hand-me-down
Watered down
Version of something I already said
About loving someone else until I was dead
And I’ll never get him out of my head
But, now he is fading
A new one will come soon
(I hope)
And I’ve already promised those stars and that moon
To the one who used to make me swoon
Will I be singing the same tune?
I hope it will sound new
And not like “Love Poems,
Slightly revised version, Two”

It is not a burn
Most of the time
It is a slow hollowing out
Emptying
Of matter and mass
Yet somehow it be heavier

We're all just hoping to tingle some souls
Jingle some booties
And hit a few goals
Get through life with bowel controls
And avoid tarnishing our souls
Do tingles tarnish?

Nobody knows

In my wildest of dreams
You would acknowledge me
Today, especially
It could possibly be
It’s still early

Popular opinion
Indicates that or this
But people are stupid
And blind to what they
Intentionally miss

You’ll think of me
Occasionally
Maybe not now
But eventually
I will appear in your mind
I’ve settled in your soul
I went in through your skin
Before you knew I was there
But now
You are aware
You ignore
Which is fair
But there’s still something there
You never saw before
***** and rusty
And so much dust
But I still try to shine
Right through my over-baked crust
Inside the flavor
I cannot say
A unique blend of spices
Mostly

I admire your dedication to your beliefs
I think your beliefs are dated
And ridiculous
But I admire your dedication
Nonetheless
Perhaps you should admire
Me
For not sinning
Even though I don’t believe

I’d be a better poet
If I thought like an adult
But maybe that’s
Just a lie I tell myself
Maybe I think just fine
And I’ll be a better poet
With practice and time

You're the spider always building your web
The day of the big rain
The athlete who can't distinguish
Between discomfort and pain
The pizza delivery guy
Whose car is the only thing
He can afford to buy
You self-sabotage so endlessly
That we can't help but think
You do it purposefully

If I ever find where I’m going
I hope it’s a nice place

I am the persistent bee
Buzzing around for your honey
Nobody bothers me
Or gives me anything sweet
Beautiful flower I see
Distantly
Honeyless I still be
This is no existence
For a bee

They say there's no accounting for taste
It's never been so clear
Everywhere I look
There's some ******* there
Not ******* that
Some ******* out
It's not the sweep-up kind
It's some *******
Some human brought in
And we act like we don't mind
In fact, as it stands
I seem to find
******* intoxicating
Sometime today, I'll bet
I'll give *******
An over-rating
And people will say
"That's *******,"
And I'll say
"They're all just hating"
I got *******, so do you
And through it we're all wading

We could all be popular poets
I suppose
If we could just figure out
How to create prose
That doesn't offend, pretend
Or make peoples' tempers explode
But what's the point of juvenile
Hearts and curly Qs
You're not saying anything worthwhile
If you're not stepping on some shoes

Coming up from behind
I ain’t exactly the subtle kind
Ringing, RINGING in your ear
And somehow you do not hear
Or you cannot let me near
Reasons are things we hold dear
Whatever they be
You know yourself better than me
But I make no apology
For saying all this; my peace
Displaying a part of who I be
Wishing that you would like what you see

I’m still gonna be coming around
Though
Checking you out
No matter where I go

I wrote two poems
One by accident
And one through toil
One rolled out of me
Free
And easy
The other
Much like this
Was nothing but a chore
That was the one I really worked for
You'd think I'd be prouder of it
Than the one that flowed easily
But something about the power of pen and muse
Feels miraculous to me

You’re probably right
That we’re not “right”
I’m not exactly the faithful type
I’ve been not good to a good man  
Now he’s a beloved friend
I’ve done *****
To every one of them
But they’d probably choose
To love me like that again
Maybe change a few
Moments
But I’d probably choose
To love them again
Too
I believe that’s a promise I can make to you
Mutual respect
Whether or not we see it through
It could last a week
What I see
And what I learn
It would be worth
The burn
If it ever got hot
And a true love ain’t what we got
What it be is still worthy
Even if it be not

I really miss that man who blocked me
He had a reason
With no rhyme
And that **** *****
Every time
He was right for doing so
Though
Lessons learned too late
It was for something I should already know
I am responsible for that unfortunate twist of fate
Handed down by a man more loyal than I
Punishment for my wandering eye
And talking about what I saw
He was right to kick me out
I broke a cardinal law
Between he and I
He brought near perfection
And I brought the fatal flaw

Don't give yourself to me
It's hard enough to own myself
Don't set aside
Your precious time
For a maybe
Don't tell your friends
I'm your girl
It's unreliable
Unfortunately for you
I am not pliable

Yep.  
We're all gonna die one day
It's not as profound as it seems

Can you please **** up?
Be abusive to some pup
Walk around with ****** types
At least for one picture-filled night
Don’t you have any dirt
To put under the light?
Please move those rugs
Show some swept under
Give a clue when you feel the thunder
Bare the rust attached to your bones
I wanna see the moss on your stone
Ain’t there a mistake
A time you were fake?
You know you have been a flake
Display imperfections
For goodness sake
Beautiful faulted cage
Sometimes rage
Against destiny fate
Tell yourself it is too late
Yet here we wait
For you to collaborate

Do you hear the footsteps pounding
Through the shopping malls?
Those stomping people should have more respect
For the sanctity of
Our new hallowed halls
Worship of things
And the cheap fast food courts
Teens milling about
In their daisy duke shorts
And nana sits and wonders why
Grampa always has something to buy

Your imaginary arms
Wrap around me
I feel you there
Always
What you would say
What you would think
I adjust accordingly
And try to live up
As I imagine you'd want me to be

Maybe you're a wizard at self-promotion
Or you think you are
I can't tell how others view you
But they can't help but attend to
YOU  
There YOU are
YOU
With yet another irrelevant
Comment
Pushing the product of you
You pushing you
You have no crew
To speak of
We must assume
But you are a wizard
The legends have all sold some crap
Of wise and kind, endearing chap
That's the presumption
They're employing
But common sense tells me
Wizards are annoying