No hard feelings
It’s really the most one can hope for
When it comes to relationships

No regrets

Only respect

A little torn up
From neglect
But what the heck
It was better than perfect
My dear
That whole couple of days a week you’d be here

Poisonous spiders
Venomous snakes
Vampire bats
Crocodiles from lakes
Cockroaches
All other yucky bugs, too
Lions and tigers and bears
Oh my
Possums pretending to die
Rats and **** throwing monkeys
Skunks and all their funky
Lots of creatures that we love to scorn
All these things made it onto that ark
And not one unicorn

Is there a proper protocol for walking away?
Am I obligated to say
We have had our final day?  
Games we almost play
Forfeited for the too long wait
Stayed around way too late
I suppose an explanation isn’t
Necessary

Yep
I just got soundly beat
To a pulp
On Words With Friends
By
“Scottie McBuggarface”.

I see you dangling there
At the end of your rope
Holding on for easier times
Holding on for hope
They will come
As they tend to do
I wish I could make it easy for you
But if you put the work in

I promise it's worth it

I ain’t planning on leaving here
Willingly
If you ain’t planning on coming with me
I ain’t planning on staying endlessly
But I will, if that’s the way it has to be

Forgetting
Trying to
Anyway
Gonna take a thousand days
From the next beautiful thing you do
So
What that means
Is
On top of all your other talents
You are unforgettable, too
There ain’t no how no way
I’m gonna be forgetting you

I am the freak
Who pretends to be normal
But then again, so are you
There ain’t no “normal” humans
Just things we don’t tell other people we do

Neglecting to like
Isn’t really neglect
Pretending to like is the real neglect
It’s saying
“I approve of the not good you
more than I have to.”
And yes, it’s true
Even the not good you
Will do
Good enough
Is ok
But I’m not gonna like it
When you go that way
Friendship requires honesty
I won’t blow smoke up your ***
And you don’t do me

It could have been
Spectacular
If you were just a little bit more
Everything
I see the potential
** hum, yet steady
I’ve never once seen
A sincere smile on your face
I need sincere smiles
You think I should have a better reason
I think I don’t need a reason
You simply just don’t take me there
And I have no desire to help you find it
When you pretend to know
Exactly where it is
Maybe you’re there
And I cannot recognize it
Maybe the fool is me
In any event
You and I are not meant to be

Everyone is shining
Coming out with greats and
Memorables
Days like today
No rhyme or reason
To days when poetry flows
So easily
One more oxymoron
We don’t know we see

In my imagination
He finds me highly entertaining
And sometimes I give him a *****

I have set my limit
Given my conditions
And now I must live with it

Mister,
You are falling apart
And whatever drug prescribed to you
Is pulling the seams even faster
Because you don’t take it like you’re supposed to

Too hott off the press
The girl is a mess
Yet
Very selective
In whom she will
Bless
With her
Disorganized
Chaotic
Beautiful mess
That man is worthy of nothing less

I don’t want to get all dramatic
And call it an ache
But it’s not not an ache
Either
I don’t think you feel it
With me in your mind
But I might be in your soul
We’re not not soulmates
Maybe one day we will be not soulmates
But we will be good friends
Then

My attention is demanding
And finicky, too
There was a time
I used to wait for you
But only for a little while
Waiting is not something
I’m willing to do
Long term
Even for a beautiful guy like you

My loss of virginity is not something I look back on tormented
But it’s not a big moment for me
It was more taken, than lost
A boy, who I’d never choose to have *** with now
But he was a cool 16 year old
Alone
He. Me.  
And he just started and kept going
All because I didn’t get angry
And say a forceful enough “no”
Maybe I didn’t want to say no
Or else I would have
I don’t think of it as ****
Because we did it without me saying yes
I didn’t feel like I couldn’t say no
And afterwards we snuggled
Not saying no
Is not really the same thing as saying yes
And I wish I would’ve said no
But there were a thousand
Parts of my body, friendship circle, and
Environment that made saying yes
The normal thing to do
For what it’s worth
I’m glad I’m not a ******
So I don’t dwell

It is selfish
Really
That you want to be
The only thing he cares about
You think you've gained something
By taking everything
Away from him
Silly girl trying to play
A game you can never win

Can you feel it
When you're on my mind
Is there a ringing in your ear?
Persistent probably,
Sometimes
Or maybe it's always there

Times I felt whole
Times I felt broken
Times I felt like a diamond
Times I felt like a token
Times I felt smart
Times I felt dumb
Times I felt it all
Today I feel numb

Sometimes
I feel tingly and on top
Others
Itchy and on bottom
Fluctuation
Plurally
Sometimes
Is otherwise
Almost always
Numb and in middle

It was nutty of me to fall for you
Like us out of whack girls will tend to do
At first I thought you broke me
But now I think I broke you
The fallout from when
A nutty girl falls for you

Of all the “truth” that has ever existed
How much of it is objective?  
50%?  
25?
5?  
Or maybe it could be high
Who knows, because
The terms defining objective truth
Are subjective
Thinkers throughout time
Have questioned truth
Some even insist upon
Their version of it
Is there even such a thing as an objective truth?  
Some years ago
I would have said the Earth was objectively round
Cue up flat Earth (eye roll)
🌎🌏🌍  
I could not seem to find the flat Earth emoji
Maybe that just proves it
The Earth is objectively round
So says the new language
Emojis
So we’ve ended the flat Earth
Debate definitely
Objectively
To you and me
But apparently
Not everybody

What I am
Who I am
I will probably
Always be
Potentially
Great
But not likely
Above average probably
But not enough so that anybody sees
I’m not sure, though
I would want that to be
The world calling me out on my poetry
I don’t know if I’d wish that fate on
Anybody

I watch you two
Bicker back and forth
Can’t remember the last time
I saw you flirting
With each other
Or anyone else
You share a mutual
Pattern of nuisance
And you seem to want it that way
I hope it’s temporary grievances
But I think they’re here to stay

I wear my desperation for him
On my sleeve
On my legs
On my chest
And all over me
I put up no illusions
Of how I hope it to be
Plenty of delusions
And nutty dreams
I carry with me
And show them to him
Honestly
I am the “crazy”  lady
He knows he can believe
Lusting for him
And writing him poetry

I envy those who have the privilege of wearing their hearts on their sleeves
Mine is right on my forehead
In the game of coy
I cannot win
If I grow bangs
It moves down to my chin

The ocean shore is my comfort place
The sounds
The smells
Looking at the same scene
Different every second
Yet predictable
My stress melts away
As soon as my bare feet hit sand
It’s as close as I can get to walking on water
While never leaving land

The undeniable can be ignored
One would assume it couldn’t
I’ve seen impossibilities before
When what one is compelled to do
Might be something they shouldn’t
There’s no way to know ahead of time
Whether it end in roses or in the bramble
But most things really worth doing
Are gonna be a gamble

I have shared many poems on here
And then I got kicked out
It's been more than the required time
And my unshared poems all shout
"Please let us out
Express us forth!"
So I come here
Begging for recourse

At some point
Some time
We all take too long between showers
Some days
Have ways
Of turning into a week

All my online trivia games
Seem to think the okapi is
An extremely important animal
To be able to recognize
At least once a week
I’m asked to identify
The okapi
It is
Apparently
Vital to the online trivia community

Old souls carry old bones
The past settles in between
Weight of spirit
That we imagine can fly
With these old bones
It is the weightlessness we lack
Attached to the Earth
More and more
Old backs

I’m older than the internet
Older than cell phones
Air bags,
I got a few years on Mrs. Pac Man, too
I’m older than My Little Pony
And He Man; he’s just a youth
Easy Bake Oven, younger than me
So are VCRs and DVD
No ATMs present
Till I was a teen
And microwaves
Didn’t exist either
I’m thinking about
All the things we went without
But why did it seem so much easier?

You are an old soul
Beautiful and gentle
Trying to appear tough
Comfortable with the macho
And just beginning to accept
Sometimes you are weak
And that’s OK
You are showing layers of yourself
You’ve always hidden away
Unfolding like a blossom
Delicate
May be
The bush remains
Uninterestedly
Buds and blossoms
Everywhere
Old souls
Blossom unexpected
The ancient rose suddenly shows herself in
Winter
Mostly when nobody sees
Off on the side
The rose, hidden by
The snow caught in the breeze

So long ago I don't remember when
That's when they said I lost my only friend
Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
As I listened through the cemetery trees
I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn
With the long broken arm of human law
Now it always seemed such a waste
She always had a pretty face
I wondered why she hung around this place
Hey-ey-ey
Come on try a little
Nothing is forever
Got to be something better than in the middle
Me and Cinderella
We put it all together
We can drive it home
With one headlight
She said it's cold
It feels like independence day
And I can't break away from this parade
But there's got be an opening
Somewhere here in front of me
Through this maze of ugliness and greed
And I've seen the sign up ahead at the county line bridge
Sayin' all is good and nothingness is dead
We run until she's out of breath
She ran until there's nothing left
She hit the end, just her window ledge
Hey-ey-ey
Come on try a little
Nothing is forever
Got to be something better than in the middle
But me and Cinderella
We put it all together
We can drive it home
With one headlight
Well this place is old
It feels just like a beat up truck
I turn the engine but the engine doesn't turn
Well it smells of cheap wine and cigarettes
This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn
I'm so alone
Feel just like somebody else
Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
But somewhere here in between the city walls of dying dreams
I think her death, it must be killing me
Hey, hey, hey-ey-ey
Come on try a little
Nothing is forever
There's got to be something better than in the middle
Me and Cinderella
We put it all together
We can drive it home
With one headlight

Anyone can find someone
When just anyone will do
But for some of us
There’s just one of us
Who can complete the one
To two
And for me
That one of us
Is you

You owe me nothing
But why wouldn’t you
Drop some kinda word
Give this poor girl a clue
Is this just a game to you
Where you don’t have to play
And you make all the rules
Do I add up to only entertainment value
Or are you so out of touch
You haven’t a clue
That some crazy girl
Is pursuing you
Questions
Questions
No question marks
The lines are incomplete
Grammarless
Pointless
One grain of sugar
On what should be real sweet
Hopscotch board too far to jump
Some foolish chump
Needs a swift kick in the ****
I went to see Oscar the Grouch
And found ***** the Grump
I’m those ******* morons
Following Trump
Believing he wants to make things easy
At a low point in their lives
They stand there and kowtow and howl
While he throws out some paper towels
I’ve got no ******* and an overactive bowel
It just feels so pathetic and foul
That would be me
Chasing you so pathetically
Not even sure if you see
After all this heartfelt effort
You won’t even acknowledge me
Do you think I’m that lowly?
Or do you no longer even bother to see
The musing of some foolish girl
Who won’t go away
Or do you secretly want me to stay?
Maybe you’ll let me know someday

In matters of the heart
One day
Can be
An eternity

Some kinda something is there
Between us otherwise strangers
Small interactions
Now and then
Mysterious energy
I can’t explain
Between you and me
Over airwaves
Almost anonymously
But some way
Somehow
It means something to me

I only know you
Invisibly
Your face is something
I've yet to see
I know your heart
What's in your soul
I must admit
It's beautiful
It makes me wonder
What I'll see
If you turn out to be
Really ugly

I came here looking for you
You’re not here
Amused myself with something newer
On my way to something new
My attention span is nonexistent
But I stay around the edges
You’ll be back here soon

Maybe you’re not “him”
But at the very least
You’re a cool spring of water
And a field full of flowers
With the perfect tree for climbing
Along my path
Or maybe
You are an oasis mirage
But I’m heading in that direction
So we’ll see
What may be
Between you and me

I know it when I see it
Trust my own voice
Which means also
Trusting you
Slowly
Slower
Maybe
Fortunate signs
As read by a skeptic

Your such an angle to me
You’re goodness their for all to sea
Your the best person I no
So I must tell yew sew

lady stands before an open window
Staring so far away
She can almost feel the southern wind blow
Almost touching her restless day
She turns from her window to me
Sad smile her apology
Sad eyes reaching to the door
Daylight loses to another evening
And still she spares me the word, "Goodbye"
And sits alone beside me fighting her feelings
Struggles to speak, but in the end can only cry
Suddenly it's so hard to find
The sound of the words to speak her troubled mind
So I'm offering these to her as if to be kind
There's a train every day leaving either way
There's a world, you know
There's a way to go
And you'll soon be gone, that's just as well
This is my opening farewell
A child's drawings left there on the table
And a woman's silk lying on the floor
And I would keep them here if I were able
And lock her safe behind this open door
But suddenly it's so clear to me
That I'd asked her to see what she may never see
And now my kind words find their way back to me
There's a train every day leaving either way
There's a world, you know
You got a way's to go
And I'll soon believe, it's just as well
This is my opening farewell

I stated my peace
Which brought only conflict

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

People will have something to say
However you do it, any way
If you stay quiet
Or have a lot to say
Whether you wake up late at night
Or early in the day
Whether you spectate
Or whether you play
Whether you’re straight
Or whether you’re gay
Whether you say
Yay or nay
Whether your an atheist
Or if you pray
Whether you’re black
Or white or gray
On your nerves
It’s gonna fray
If you bother with what
Other people say