There's lines of poemcaine
Being snorted right now.
"Get it off the streets" said a crowd
"Can I get some Slam" said A Pal
I have to go to rehab, my foul friends
Are rhyming to the next life.
One love darling please pass me
-My limmericks knife-
Take the edge off, write a poem there will be no more strife.
"Try this stuff it will be alright"
One attempt of a strain that I call "lone"
Had me hooked.
It was the end of the old me but I got
Many lines in draft. Stay tuned for that.

I hold these truths to be self evident
I love she who is always prevalently in my life
She's in my thoughts all over my mind
Widespread wild shrunk into one cranium.
This is why I can't contain any of them.
I'm addicted to you, fren.
I can't tell you I love you, but I did just then
9 hours 4 minutes and 30 seconds. When.
Time flies when the feelings are reckless.
My minds straight but my heart feels hectic
In love like never before what the heck man.
It's perfect it's a symphony neglected
We hear the music but keep it on the low
but the instruments remain respected.
I feel higher than ever in the passenger seat,
listening to ABBA or other more obscure beats.
Going to burger king where we dipped both our feets
in the idea of love, where you first kissed me.
Then our chicken nuggets, so saucy. bb.
After hanging by the streams my brain was fried-
my thoughts flossing
Felt safe because I remember that you never lost me.

Seems when poets start
Writing a bit of poetry
They also write
about writing poetry
They also often write
about not writing poetry
No other artist, has it so good

©  2017 Jim Davis

I inform you if you knew Emily before,
she is now gone, she is now dead.
We found her lifeless body on the dusty floor;
ink injected in veins and mouth choking on lead.
All that was left was coloured poems,
the pages only lacking a shade of grey.
The same messages repeated and cloned,
and written out in several different ways.

I carry the clothes on my body–
a plain t-shirt and sweater leggings–
attempting to stay warm and keep cool.
I carry my backpack,
my heavy, heavy backpack,
to carry the things I can’t carry in my arms…
my books, pencils, papers, and keys.
In my arms I sometimes carry more books,
sometimes a cup of chai, and sometimes, nothing. Sometimes
I wish I carried a little bit more time;
then I could carry the things I’ve left behind.

I carry all the parts of me simultaneously, and I am full now.
I carry my eyes, for without them, my path would be blurred,
and I would be ignorant.
I carry my ears to hear music and dissonance and
I carry a heart to feel the soundwaves and make sense of them.
I carry my nose to hold the sweetness of a flower in my lungs,
and skin to caress their soft petals,
without plucking them.
When I carry nothing, I sleep,
and in my dreams, I carry the clouds and the stars beyond them.
From there I may see the things I have yet to carry.

I carry my own weight across the populated Earth.
I carry my own gravity and the light of the sun.
I carry the stars from my dreams, and from them,
I create constellations in broad daylight.
I carry my heart.
I carry the soundwaves of voices like
space nymphs, singing songs I want to remember.
I carry the sight of people coming closer and drifting further from me,
escaping and re-entering my orbit,
an arm-length or a light-year away.
I carry their images and sometimes,
I reach for their silhouettes and I try to feel their thoughts.

I carry my heart and it is full.
My heart is filled with emotion,
and my emotions are the Earth’s turbulent winds
across a golden, sun-kissed field and
the sound of a waterfall crashing into
a pool of water at the bottom of the valley, and
equally the eye of the storm in which
the world is a spinning oblivion,
but here, it is quiet.
My heart is the recollection of times past
in a yellowed, well-worn tome awaiting a reader and
the diary of someone whose story begs to be forgotten.
My heart beats for someone to understand its journey,
but it longs to understand what it beats for.
I carry the silence and the music alike;
I carry the Earth and all its wonders.

All the things I've said to you
Each word that I've uttered
All the poems that I write to you
Each phrase carefully selected
Everything I do for you
Is from my heart of hearts
I love you truly I do
I'm sorry I'm so complicated

Forgive me for my untrust
I have learnt an important lesson
I will no longer give into fear
And see through my imagination
This filter my mind creates
Based on past relationships
Is not the reality of us my love
A moment of unawareness

I want to see you as you are
My beautiful butterfly
I know you love me so much
So please don't lose faith in us
Just give me a little time
To learn to trust once more
in your bright light shining  
I can learn to love again

The last night i spent with you
I think we stood in the shower
for over an hour.
Now that you're gone
I stand in the shower and try
to trace your fingertips
on my skin for hours.
And my chest feels like
it's going to cave in
when I think about how
I don't know what length
your hair is anymore.
I start to wonder if i will ever
forget your birthday
just like I'm slowly forgetting
the color of your eyes
and the sound of your voice.

I can't be the only one
held responsible
when I drown
in your ocean eyes.