This is not a poem.
This are the words
I can't say,
This are the words
I'll never say.
The words
No one would hear, and
Perhaps no one
would read.
Pressing 'enter'
Now and then
I won't say
That I miss you
You won't hear that
Neither read it
I'm too proud
I'm too hurt
I'll say
This is  
Obnoxious
But I
Don't know really
What it means
I have just
An idea
Of the feeling
The words gives
Like your name
And perhaps
It will make
This
Seem like a poem
But it is not
Just some spaces
and words
But it is not
A poem
Some words in caps
other not so much
This is not a poem
I am not a writer
or a poet
I'm not even a lover
This is not a poem
And
I'm no longer a person.

Late night drives on hollow roads
You called me just passed dusk
I waited for you as the night turned over
Your warm knuckles grazed my thigh
You tossed a small bag in lap
A small orange glow turned quickly into a white stream of smoke
I breathed in deeply and thought for a moment
Parted my lips just enough to exhale
You put your car in park and turned the key
You reached out your palm and touched my cheek
The night took her dark veil and laid it over us
You took me that night as you had before
Hiding from the world you said it was our secret
When you sat back I quickly put myself back together
Not even my red eyes could hide the tear that ran away
For in your presents I never felt so alone
The hollow road home was just as hollow as my heart
You have never kissed me except on the forehead to say goodbye
This time was no different
You drove away as if you never knew me
And as if you never as if you never cared to.

I'm unsure of where I'm headed
I'm near the edge, I'm about to die
But, being near death makes me feel alive
This is such s blessed curse
Things are always upside down and reversed
The world's thunderous applause
Makes me feel like a god
Yet, I'm so unsure of what's happening
This is my choice and mine alone
So I must admit myself
Since I can't make any sense
And it seems that nothing helps
When there's nothing left to tell
No amount of support can stop me now
No words of love can calm me down
I'm so unsure of who I am
I wonder where I'll be in a light year
If I keep walking this way
Through time and space
I wonder where the world will be
If the Earth will still be here
If it will still be able to turn
And the people learn to understand
And take time to look and listen
And learn to love themselves
For everything that they are
And know that they're all stars
I'm so unsure of what the future holds
       -Tommy Johnson

Stellar eyes
Look at me

Stellar eyes
Look in me
Speak to me

For, your dazzle shocks my soul
And makes me feel like I'm whole
When you stare at me
I lose my grip to reality
And all the worries and the cares
It makes realize nothing's there
You rip my conscious bare
And all that's left is truth or dare

Gaze t me dead on
Tell me it won't be long
Before I can expand
And you can contract
Then we'll do it all again
I'm sure I have no idea

Maybe if you weren't alone tonight,
you wouldn't feel so empty;
and you just might
think that it's pointless now,
and it looks that way
with the words you sent me.
I want to help
but I'm not sure how.

But maybe if I could hold you
just once:
you might not feel so small,
for once.
Or perhaps you'd feel
nothing at all
and believe me
that's not what I want.
I hate it when history repeats.
And I hate the feeling of being cold
while under bed sheets.
So let me make it warm again.
Let me try
to ease the pain.

I wish I could make
those bad thoughts go away.
And I wish I could hold you strongly
in my arms,
someday.
And that I could feel you
wrapped around me, too:
And I wish I could make it all okay.
And I wish
you wouldn't go.
I wish you would stay.
Darlin'
*Please stay

drops from a canopy
musical falling tears
a concrete step
saturated mat against the wall
faded stripes a catchment
rivulets gather & flow
to the ledge. underneath
plants drink, leaves dusted, roots spread
bulbs replace their powers
soon they will bloom

Perhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning,
We will come back to earth some fragrant night,
And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending
Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white.

We will come down at night to these resounding beaches
And the long gentle thunder of the sea,
Here for a single hour in the wide starlight
We shall be happy, for the dead are free.