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ethan gaskill Aug 19
i'll be there soon
speeding across the asphalt veins that separate us
like love for you flows through my heart
it's a sixteen hour drive (both ways)
but with our love we're never too far apart
like the jersey shore to iowa corn
and everything stretched in between,
also are the things we'd do together
once real life realizes our dream
one day i'll take that fateful drive
to bring our romance into life
until that day, don't hesitate to call me if you need
my heart is yours, you can be sure, as long as it can bleed
so if you haven't read her poems yet, elaine (https://hellopoetry.com/elaine_b/) is an awesome writer and an awesome person. i slid into her hello poetry dm's almost a year ago and in the year we've been snapping each other i've totally fallen for her, as anyone would if they talked to such an awesome girl. anyways, i wrote this poem for her so enjoy
ethan gaskill May 31
I should've told you that I love you when I had the chance
When you were right in front of me, I should've asked you to dance
We could've been husband and wife,
instead we're just two separate cars passing in the night
because of words unsaid...

There'll never be another you, I'll search long and hard
I'll never get enough of you to calm my heart
When fate gives you two second chances
eventually you need to take destiny into your own hands
but we left words unsaid...

If you were only a single grain of sand
I'd look for you until I was your man
And if you're a star orbiting around my heart
I'll squint and stare 'til I know where you are

You're the best song I never sang,
my favorite book in another language,
Where there is you, I'll find a way
to say...
making love with no love
(kissed her with his freedom)

<•>

a new person in an overnight stay in a strange,
aptly named,
bed and breakfast

and

you do all the same things that just feel good, careless loving
that comes from practiced renewable remembering,
kiss her neck for hours, drink in her crescendoing cooing

rename her Appalachia, bemused, wondering why,
she gasp-asks, when your tongue traces her odyssey body
from her Georgia to her Maine, then no need to explain

it all feels familiarly strange, imbalanced, shaky, loving the thrill
of your first solo bike ride, an invisible hand letting go,
the wow of walking the line of new freedom and
old responsibility that you have walked on both coasts

carry on, love is coming to us all lyric, enacted-recalled,
loving yet another
long cool woman in a black dress with unquestioning

how to explain to her, how to yourself, loving with no loving,
and the best you can stammer is it is like writing a poem
with too many commas or none at all

she laughs you up with one mouth lingering,
then one amazing kiss on your heart
and nose,
grabs a piece of toast and gone girl,
then you are returned to alone, to the dreams that
may or may not have occurred and two hands overflowing with
too many commas
and none to keep
<•>


11-18–17 2:54am, somewhere
“kissed her with his freedom”
Cactus Tree by J. Mitchell
11/18/17 2:54am
ethan gaskill May 25
I don't want to be here
I don't want to be there
I don't want your money
I don't even care

I don't feel like living
Lord take me now
I'd turn off my breathing
if I only knew how

Time seems like a waste of time
but you won't waste mine

Walking a tight rope
on a razors thin edge
I've lost all of my hope
I might as well be dead
  Feb 24 ethan gaskill
James
wake up wanting to cut your ear off. the moons the only thing laughing at you for not being able to sleep. you're reminded of the eyes you've fell for. sway with them for a bit. drink red paint to ease the pain. cut it off. give it to some girl you just met. playing only the white notes on a piano. drink more paint. cut off the nose this time. give it some other girl you just met. read Tolstoy. to ease the pain.
ethan gaskill Feb 23
imagine i’m in love with you
it’s easy because it’s true
now imagine that you love me too
and say baby i love you
and then i’ll do all the things
that just a boy friend can’t do
i’ll hold your hand in my hand
and give all my love to you

imagine that we’re middle aged
and raising children of our own
we don’t really seem out of place
can you believe how much we’ve grown?
who could’ve dreamed of this life?
in our domestic paradise
we can make everything alright
as husband and wife

imagine that we’re growing old
in forty, or fifty years
imagine stories that we’ll tell
about the laughter and the tears
the sun doesn’t always shine
but i know it would if you were mine
i’ll be loving you all the time
but i’ll wait my turn
ethan gaskill Feb 18
if it's real enough to ask yourself,
you probably are
i don't particularly like the answer, but i can't deny the truth forever
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