I wish
There was no gravity
So people wouldn't get hurt
When there's no one there to catch them

When they fall

©IGMS

My eyes are blood shot and it
is 2:30 in the morning.
But here my mind wanders at the thought
of you (again)
and all our interesting
conversations; Our winded talks on
travel and architecture,
politics and adventure;
I can't help it.
I've never felt so hungry for more
knowledge and with you
it sweeps me away, all that you know, all that you do.
I don't know what this is but, no matter
Your eyes are so lovely and your turtle neck
is ****
You see it doesn't matter that you are
who you are
My heart is blind and it swoons for you
anyway.

At night I hear my sad walls cry
'cause they know how I feel inside.
They feel my pain and i'm to blame.
Against these walls my brain collides.

At night I lay between my sheets.
These thoughts that come are hard to beat.
They come and go as I lie awake
My nightmares come when I'm not asleep.

At night all I do is shiver and shake.
It's four A.M. and I'm still awake.
So while I lay in bed at night,
these walls know every mistake I make.

I found a pretty little box
In a pretty shade of blue,
In it I sat to wait;
Both for change and you.
And if it starts to rain,
I'll wear it as a hat,
And wait for you again.

But, I wonder what I'd see,
From my box of blue,
If first came change, not you
And I'd wonder what I'd do


After all, you were supposed to come...
     Together

It's still poetry
no matter how you deliver your message
if you can put your thoughts into a verse
then go ahead and put out your lyrical burst

It's still poetry
whether you freestyle or write spoken word
or limerick or acrostic, haiku or Shakespearean, your voice should be heard

It's still poetry
writing about experience or just testing your rhyming ability it's all fair game
just because one style doesn't speak to you doesn't make it all lame