RLP - Hello Poetry

Jul 2014

Mike Hauser

When you ask of me, why poetry
I'm not sure you understand
That it's the center of my universe
The very depth of who I am

The molecules in the air I breath
Oxygen pulsing through the veins
The storm brewing beneath the surface
The pounding of the rain

It's the timeless anticipation
Of the thought that's yet to come
The tearing open of life's seam
The beating of the drum

The first peak of the desert flower
When it feels the gentle touch of spring
The smile in the eyes of a child
And all the joy it brings

The in and out of the tide
In the pulling of the waves
When you ask of me, why poetry
What more is there to say

RLP Jul 2014

Just a dream

She plays all day
Galloping across the sun
Enjoying its golden beams
And its warm embrace
And when the sun must rest
She leaps across the stars
And lays upon the moon
Gazing at the black abyss
Where stars look like glitter
Sprinkled across the sky
Shimmering and twinkling
What a beautiful sight
Then the moon's glow fades
And the stars disappear
She is taken back into reality
And real life takes its place
Where her dream once belonged

*riley papile

F, FM, C, C7

RLP Jul 2014

Notice Me

I'm trying.
But do you even notice?
I'm dying.
But would you even care?
I'm lost.
But you won't ever find me.
I'm breaking.
And I long for your repair.

I'm fading.
Did you ever even see me?
I'm screaming.
But I know you'll never hear.
I'm falling.
Are you ever gonna catch me?
I'm gone.
But you never saw me there.

D, D7, Bm, drop bm, (can't...) Drop step four times bm

RLP Jul 2014

I Just Can't.

Can't think.
My brain is pacing back and forth inside my skull.
Can't talk.
My mouth lacks the words my brain can't conjure.
Can't sleep.
My thoughts blow through my mind like a storm.
Can't believe
I let you create this disaster.

RLP Jul 2014

you

You.
You are killing me slowly.
Slowly.
You turn my hope into pain.
Pain.
Fills the empty space where my heart
once belonged.
Belonged*.
I thought I did with *you.

RLP Jul 2014

The World in your Eyes

I love you
The way your eyes meet mine.
Their vibrant blue
With patches of green.
They remind me of the earth.
And sometimes
I think that if you look at me
You will give me the world
In one simple glance.

I hate you
The way your eyes meet mine.
The way you look at me.
It is not sincere.
Not loving like it should be.
How can I know
If you will give me the world.
Or turn around
And give it to someone else.

Jul 2014

Pushing Daisies

Waste

I am your paper plane,
Soaring gently through,
The thermal winds.

Gradually losing momentum,
Being crushed by the force,
Of your atmosphere.

Our love is crumpled,
Even before I hit the pavement.

I am your paper boat,
Sailing soothly across,
The hidden tides.

Slowly beginning to sink,
Down deeper into the murky water,
Your raindrops creating a swell,
A tidal wave of depression.

Our love is unrequited,
You'd never cry for me.

I am your paper kite,

Your paper bird,

Your paper rose.

Each object useless and fragile,
Easily broken and destroyed.

Yes - they may be beautiful, some more than others.

But ultimately they can be discarded.

Ultimately I am not beautiful.

Each object can be remade again,
All you need is another piece of paper.

And I guess that's all I am to you,

A worthless piece of paper.