Seeing you smile,
Makes my world go crazy and wild.

Seeing you laugh,
Makes me want more cause I just can’t have enough.

Seeing you talk,
Makes time stop like there’s no ticking clock.

Seeing you walk away,
Makes me think that I want you to be mine someday.

—Thomas James Written on August 7, 2011

If this poem is like our love
(and the sky as
clear)

then it will rise like a rocket
and stop short,
here.

when he took words from me and stole my voice
i had given up the notion of having any choice

my life became a muted scene
i lived each day in a nightmarish dream

when he stole my words from me

reaching down into my throat
he pulled them, one by one by force

my words lay in a puddle on the floor

i left them there, not knowing how to get them back
one day he simply swept them away, they tumbled into a dark crack

now that he is gone, i've pulled them out, washed them off.
i arrange them on a page. but some words, i've noticed, have gone missing.

i wonder did they blow away in the wind? never to be found again?
or are they broken in the dust, waiting for me to find them,
to mend them with my hand

or perhaps they are smashed beyond repair,
and i will have to live my life as such
never being able to say all that i feel,
unable to find the words that can mean so much


--bruised orange

It's been a week; I know you said
sometimes it may be hard to write.
I understand, I really do –
I've been very busy, too,
learning how to sleep at night
and falling out of love with you.

ravage me.*

except not quite,

I just want someone to want me so much emotionally

so much that it transcends the physical want.

But that someone wants me so much emotionally

that they want to be as close to me as possible

as much a part of me as they can be

so their emotional want

turns into a craving so strong its expressed physically

in a primitive manner

with every second being spent trying to get as unified as possible.

"Should one of us remember,
  And one of us forget,
I wish I knew what each will do--
  But who can tell as yet?"

"Should one of us remember,
  And one of us forget,
I promise you what I will do--
And I'm content to wait for you,
  And not be sure as yet."