I'm a greet-you-and-meet-you professional
I get straight to the point and don't mess around.
I'll ask you how your day is,
If you found everything okay-
And if you prefer paper or plastic.

Like a superhero from a comic strip-
I'm out to make you smile in five minutes
or less.
I have the super power
To turn you away from your favorite alcoholic beverage
Or turn you on-
It all depends if you can pass the test,
the secret code to a top secret nuke shelter-
No pass, no go.

I'm like a greeting card,
Everyday; a new message.
Sometimes I'll hear about the weather,
Other times,
I'll hear intimate details which I really don't care about-
But I'll pretend I do...
Things like-
What you're having for supper,
How much wine your sister likes to drink
Or the fact that you make the best homemade sauce.

I'll get to know you the more I see you,
And like an app on your smart phone,
I'll remind you to come again.

I'll see your kids at their worst-
Moments their grandparents don't get to see.
I'll learn about your financial status,
Your marital status,
Or the fact that you don't have a status at all.

I'll take all of your complaints
And sometimes pass them someone else-
I'll hear all your requests like an overworked DJ
And if you're lucky...
Your wish will be granted.

I am a food slinger,
A cash ringer,
A handle-your-food winner,
I am grocery store cashier.

You're the king of this place
But your legacies been set on fire,
All the peasants are screaming revolt
As they throw rocks at your glass castle.

You need the right armor-
A shielded protection
From toxic arrows and blood spilling sparrows.
Just hold strong for the white horse to ride
He's on his way to save you...

Meanwhile,
the Dragon breathes fire
Into the realm where all the fairies live
trying desperately to scorch their desire to create all things wonderful.
They won't let him win Dear King-
They'll fight with a vengeance of light and laughter

The kingdom is falling apart,
Be sure to hold tight to your crown-
Or better yet,
Your heart,
Cause Sir King...
It's all you really own
In this unruly kingdom of
"Allalone"

MUST LOVE POETRY
And I don't mean the written kind
I mean the kind that is felt

It doesn't matter if you can express it,
You don't have to write it
Sing it
Or
Preform it-
You have to believe it.

The beauty of a sunset
The art between character and voice
The beauty of two things mismatching

You have to wonder about the world
And travel to places you'll never go

You have to wear masks of different faces
Find beauty in love that heaven replaces
Put treasure where voids leave empty spaces.

MUST LOVE POETRY

The kind that lasts longer than a read through
The kind that you feel as the wind breathes you
The poetry that finds light  in all the dark alleys
The kind that doesn't give up when in a hopeless valley

It's the kind of poetry that's lived
The kind that sees more than seven colors in a rainbow
Hangs on to love
but isn't afraid to let go
It's the kind  that doesn't always make sense...
Past
Present
Or future tense-

MUST LIVE POETRY.

No one can find us there...
It's quiet like the morning after a snowfall
Our footprints we've marked with a steady pace can only be seen by us.

It's a path that leads to brighter days,
Happier thoughts,
Laughter and innocence.

Surrounded by hopeful beginnings
And happy-ever-afters that never end.
It's a fairy tale place
Of raw imagination
A place where I can snuggle your heart
And play with your hair
A place where I don't have to hear you
because I can feel you-

It's a safe place where we can meet-
Lets go there,
It's our only safe spot.

Lost in a battle
between what is
And what used to be.

Inbetween the cracks
Of my hearts desire
I linger
Between the faithfulness
Of a love song
And the suicide
Of a love that went wrong.

My hands are gripping
For something to hold,
Something unbreakable,
Unmakeable
Something unique.

I'm lost between visions
of your happy faces,
like filling an entire page
with empty spaces.

I'm lost like a train
on a one way track-
Without direction,
without turning back

I'm confused with words
like a foreign language spoken
I'm confused with your love
Which has left me broken

Broken between what is-
And what it used to be.

I'm sure we don't have anything in common anyway, I'd be so obviously awkward around you that I'd starve in fear of biting my lip instead of my burger.

I'm pretty sure a boy like you really wouldn't want anything to do with me- I'm a little self conscious and like to play video games until I get heart palpitations which might lead to a brief moment of panic.

I've never really had experience with random make out sessions, so I wouldn't even know how to make the first move to kiss you (if I wanted to.)

I'd probably step on your toes every time we tried to dance and  if we weren't physically dancing, my words would get smushed around like a slippery dance floor.

I'm pretty sure that a boy like you wouldn't want a thing to do with a girl like me- Every morning I'd bore you over every little detail of my dreams- Bore you while you sip your coffee, do you even like coffee?

I'm sure we really don't have anything in common anyway- Most of the time I'll pretend to know what you're thinking, I'll demolish your French Fries before we leave the drive thru at Burger King- Because I only eat them hot...you probably hate Burger King, don't you?

Some days I take a really long time in the shower and I leave my clothes on the floor, I won't let you touch me unless I can feel you with my heart- out of belief that the thing called  "feeling" is more then skin deep...This is another reason why we'd probably never work, I'd love you with all my heart, Everything I have, I'd throw down all my chips like a cheap game of poker...

It's all, or nothing.

I think I'm high on Vicodin-
I just left the bathtub,
Embarrassed.

It happened when the hot water ran cold-
Only then did I realize I was happily sitting
in three inches of water,
with the drain down,
waiting for the tub to fill up.