I'm so good with words
Essays, presentations, and speeches
I can craft a sonnet and sell a watch
But when I see you
In all your blonde haired glory
My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth like peanut butter
My heart pounds
As if you've put the bass on high
And those words, those beautiful words
That flowed like the water of Niagara falls
When it came to 5-7-5 and 4 score and seven years ago
Dry up.
My mind overloads with whether
I should spout out the first thing that comes to mind
Or try and catch you with my charm
But it doesn't matter because my mouth won't respond
Not until hours later when i'm home alone, and kicking myself for not saying a word
Then finally the dam bursts
And I know just what to say
I feel my lips move
They say hi, you're beautiful
And I love you
Words to woo a woman's heart
I'm so good with words
Essays, presentations and speeches

But not when it counts

Orange colored skies
Tales of burned empires
Days when party bosses were kings
In the era that Boss Tweed pulled the strings
I walk these city streets and each corner speaks volumes of history to me
But your street remains a mystery
Untouched and ivy grown
I hear the distant sounds of a trombone
Harlem calls to me to listen
Having never been there, i dont know what im missing
But i long for the days where jazz was the popular music
Back in the days of grand old acoustic
Bass, drums, piano, and trumpet
Cab Calloway, Count Basie and the beating of a drumstick
Im not certain i was born in the right age
But pondering ifs and or buts is the work of a sage
There is however one thing i know for sure
That in all of time and history, id like to be your cure

Your passion is beautiful
I see it in your words
They dance off the page, pirouette and adagio
But they also march off to do battle
Spear in hand
Your desire to do good and to help the world
Floats, off into the distance, like a melody atop the clouds
And when you're sad
Those words drag, heavily along the paper's edge
Each letter piercing my heart
You compose these words, these sentences
And you are composed of these words, these sentences
They are every fiber of your being
Your heart and your soul
Your words are passionate
Your words are beautiful

And so are you.

Im feeling horribly lonely tonight
No bottle of jack by my side
My friends have all left me
A victim of emotional thievery
Im feeling horribly lonely tonight

Grey. Uniformity.
Lack of personal expression.
I'm suffocating.
The weird way my hair parts
my half stride, half slump
I'm not allowed to be me.
We learn about other countries here,
the map color-codes them.
But we don't truly experience
their difference, their uniqueness.
To us they are a picture on a page,
a paragraph in a textbook.
They're not real.
Not like the dull sense of loathing,
that pounds in the back of my brain.
The sameness drives me mad.
Animalistic instincts take over,
and then nothing.

Grey.

He sits, tapping his foot
Eyes transfixed on the bright screen
His pupils dilate as he sees the green bubble with her name pop up
His pulse begins to quicken
Droplets of sweat trace his sideburns and his chiseled chin
Shaking and unsure his hand reaches for the green dot.
But he hesitates.
And in that instant the dot- his hope disappears
His moment of opportunity, gone before he could ****** it.

I seek your approval like a bear seeks honey.
But rather than sweet success
I am forced to swallow spoonful after spoonful of rejection.
The stinging feeling makes me want to gag.
Yet like a ******, I keep coming back for more.
Yearning for your comforting voice, that soothing high pitched melody.
But all I hear- is buzzing.

The bass amp in my room reminds me of you.
The buzzing, my sole comfort.
My fingers, swollen and bruised from endless hours of self pity.

The spot on my chest where you struck
Your sharp black dagger lodged between where I thought of you-
And where you thought I thought of you.

I gave you my all, and you flew and soared
Far, far away- majestic as ever.
Until I could barely make out those black and yellow stripes.

The Queen leaving her nest, leaving her workers
Abandoning her family for pastures greener
To fly out into the great unknown

I never did discover where you went.

But till this day- I still can't eat honey.