got locked out today
came home from the grocery store
and couldn’t get in
wandered around
knocking on a couple of doors
looking for help
no one answered
never realized before
that a house without people in it
can be cold as stone
an older couple down the street
let me in and called a locksmith
such gracious, neighborly neighbors

as I sat waiting on my peeling painted porch
on a cool cloudy day
memories burrowed up like a mole
about how I wandered dreamlessly when young
just wanting to survive
thoughts of future shot down
by relative poverty and low self esteem
perhaps it was just delusion
once thinking that I could be anything
I wanted to be

we memorize the ***** and chains
we place on ourselves
like once tethered elephants
never straying from our post
it took a long time to come into me
it took a long time to come to like myself
it took a long time to come to love myself
but at times I still doubted
feeling the pull of my elephant’s chain
the tug of my tether
while wasting away where I stood

finally got myself together
and made plans
it tickles me to think
how I made God laugh

I always thought we were the perfect match.
But matches are meant
                                   to ignite
                                         and burn out.

The headlights in my rear view mirror
Are the eyes of a beast, set to devour me

Poems aren't written,
they're found,
Somewhere in your head the words are waiting,
They're sprawled across the floor,
You just need to pick them up,
Make a path with them,
Let your path guide observers,
And if you can't write,
Walk down somebody's else's path first,

Dear HP,

This is not a poem
But a question
The answer to which
I do hope you have

Why does my lover claim to love me
But still looks for every opportunity
To let me go?

Is it that she loves me so much
But doesn't think she's worthy of me

Or she doesn't love me enough
To think I'm worthy of her?

The thesaurus is no poet's friend
   oh, it's a destroyer--throw it away!
   it's the cause of poetic addiction
   it sends your creativity to swift decay!

Temporary, yes.
But also forever.
Forever voices in my head.
Forever arguments.

Temporary relief, yes.
But never forever.

I feel like I’m Stuck on Stupid

whenever I’m With You

& although I’m the birth child of
Cupid

i try to be the Best Man I Can Be

& it’s Simply Amazing

cause All I Want is You my
Sweet Lady

& All My Life I’ve prayed for

that Angel of Mine, my
Cherie Amour  -Pencasso

You'll never be the one to take part in the chase
Avoiding the superficial at all costs
Hair falling down your back
Hands up
Singing the words to that one indie song no one will ever know
You've never cared for attention or for eyes to follow your every move
Floral shirts with the loose sleeves
Mom jeans with the beat-up keds
You're only living for the heat of the moment
...
This one's for you
To never losing sight of who you are
I wish we could all be like you