FrannyFoo

FrannyFoo Jun 2013

Notice

It is hard for me to find anything anymore Beautiful.
I get lost in his eyes, his voice, his arms.
I have lost my sight, as it turns out the world is only half as colorful without him.

I have lost my hearing, the words he spoke, ringing in my head drown make reality sound barbaric.
I have lost the ability to feel, surfaces other than that of skin disappear under my fingers, become numb.
Discarded.
All lost because of this want to feel.
Disregarded.
all other friends, left standing alone.
So that I don't seem so lonely, like the person I used to be.

I am lost
But it is clarity
In losing myself, I have gained the ability to see myself, my true self
And I am Beautiful.

first poem in a while.

FrannyFoo May 2013

Beautiful Boy

I got to watch you dance with a fiery passion almost as rich and beautiful as your hair.
I got to look into your bright blue eyes, cold as the breeze that blows against our necks.
Our noses kissed, then our mouths and all was clear, all was well.
Silly Boy, you watched me falter in every other combination, smiling like a fool.
I leave without you, but there will be other times, other occasions to see my beautiful boy.

I love you. I always will

FrannyFoo May 2013

Seductive Eskimo Kisses

Lip Biting
Smiling
Nuzzling
Holding
Nose kissing
Stroking
Clutching...
To something that feels so real,
So alive that it is as if it lives and breathes
One single entity
Brought bubbling to the surface
By the power of one question:
Did you miss me?

FrannyFoo Apr 2013

He was alive, once

I can't help but wonder
How he used to cry.
Did he wail at the top of his lungs?
Or did he silently weep?

I can't help but think
About what he called his parents.
Mother? Father? Jane and John?
Or some sickly sweet pet name?

These thoughts fill my mind
Along with his contagious laugh.
His smile, his eyes,
His dying breath, soft, broken.

I plead for them to leave
Go, get out while they still can.
Before I explode, as he did,
Into undefined pieces of flesh.

I never knew him,
The man he wouldn't grow up to be.
So why is it that he had to leave
And leave his image with me?

Be at peace,
That is all I want,
Just do it without my help.
Without the added pain.

Keeping all those in Boston close to my heart, stay strong <3 . Also for the eight year old who was killed.

FrannyFoo Apr 2013

Plans

Where would you like to meet?
the library
Really? Okay... When?
1:00, unless you want to get lunch before
Lunch? Nah, I'm good... I... don't... eat...
well I mean, yeah totally, cool
yeah.
totally.
cool.
I mean, we can do whatever.
No yeah, library, perfect place for a date.
Yup, You don't know how to propose a lunch date.
Kay. See you then
bye sweet

I love that about you.
I crave these conversations,
I know they make you blush.
They make me smile.
You wanted this date to be perfect.
And so you chose a library.
Chose the place you would be most cozy.
Chose the place where we had our first kiss.
Yes, I remembered. How could I forget.
See you then, my socially-awkward, beautiful boy.

FrannyFoo Apr 2013

Takes Time

That moment of relief,
Flooding in making you believe
The teary goodbyes never happened.
What is the point of Spring Break,
When the one person I want to see
Is deciding how he feels.
There is time for that later,
Now I can find a plethora of good
For the stolen kisses and cow eyes.
Every single day I will wait,
For an invitation to be in your presence
For you to want me again.
Thank God you are back,
That I can feel your breath on my neck again
What a relief to remember home.

FrannyFoo Mar 2013

Virginia

Spring break
3 days away
So close
I can feel
Warm breath
New life
And yet...
Snow fell,
2 days past,
Making us think
We no longer lived
South.