My mania tells me things and I obey
Like:
You should dye your hair three different colors in one week
Like:
You should stay up all night finger painting and call it art
Like:
You should organize your bookshelves
based on sensations instead of genre
Like:
You should give away everything you own,
you don’t need it anyway
Like:
You should text all of your exes,
ask them when the feeling faded
or if it was ever even there
Like:
You should ignore all of your phone calls
and alarm clocks
and all other sounds
that make your skin crawl
Like:
You should cover your windows with black sheets
and pretend that life is one long night
you never have to sleep through
Like:
You should distance yourself
from everyone you love
tell them you’re okay
you just have to go away
for awhile
Like:
You should tear off your layers
expose the wounds beneath
wait for the sting to turn numb again
Like:
You should shatter yourself to pieces
pretend they can be lost
and found again
Like:
You should hide anything that hurts
in the space between your ribs
forget they’re growing
forget they’re spreading
forget they’re waiting
all winter long
to bloom like flowers in the spring

He walks a road,
looking for truth
when he finds himself,
lost and cold.
He turns to the one thing he lost
"my love,
are you there?
Can you hear me?"
Silence is all he heard.
He goes down to his knees,
he began to sob,
cries louder than the screams
of lost souls.
Slowly he fell in to the silence
and became a part of it

They have spent their
content of simpering,
holding their lips this
and that way, winding
the lines between
their brows. Old folks
allow their bellies to jiggle like slow
tamborines.
The hollers
rise up and spill
over any way they want.
When old folks laugh, they free the world.
They turn slowly, slyly knowing
the best and the worst
of remembering.
Saliva glistens in
the corners of their mouths,
their heads wobble
on brittle necks, but
their laps
are filled with memories.
When old folks laugh, they consider the promise
of dear painless death, and generously
forgive life for happening
to them.

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Shel Silverstein

hold my hand
lead me wherever you want
hold me close
to your warmth
to the smile i love

but it's just a dream
because in reality
i'm just a friend
a mere acquaintance who you like to laugh and joke around with

but to me
you're something i want
lust
desire
nights spent with thoughts about you
but
you'll never know

unless you feel the same
which you never will
because you're accomplished
you can do things
get things better than me
so why would you waste your time?

i'm a peasant and you're my king
you're a shiny first place trophy
i'm a bland participation ribbon
you're a ten and i'm a three

and all i wish
is that you would see me
like i see you

We walk together,
just two kids with toes in the sand,
towards the deep blue water
where small waves push against the shore.

It seems so far away,
like we'll never make it.
So we just take the time slowly.
We laugh and we play,
not thinking about what's ahead

Together we make the most of every minute we face.
But shortly, minutes fade into months,
with no hope of getting them back.

It seems like years since we began walking this beach.
We've grown use to our toes in the sand,
but as the waves dance across the shore
the sand morphs into a sticky mud,
that we've yet to face

Our feet sink in,
keeping us from walking any farther.
Instead, telling us to stay
and make what we can of what's left

Centuries pass before we turn to each other
and salty tears stick to our faces
as we know what is to come.

You say your final words,
choking on them like venom,
before you turn your back on me
and gracefully dive into the waves.
Just to leave me alone on the sand.

The pain of you gone strikes a chord
causing my heart to crumble like a stone

I'll remember you for sure.
No matter where you go,
I always will

I can only ask you to do the same.
All I ask
is that you remember our footprints in the sand

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new