Patron: "...And can you add the diced Hamlet to that omelette?"

Waiter: "Jolly good sir, and do you know if you'll be having dessert?"

Patron: "Oh yes, I'll have a strawberry Shakespeare."

Waiter: "Brilliant, your omelette will be out before you can say 'Ides of marshmallow'."

Patron: "That was dreadful and you know it."

Waiter: "Deary me, sir."

END SCENE

we are always busy trying to pretend we never knew each other, but i haven’t forgotten. at least, not yet. i was everything when i was with you, but you seem to prefer that i become a faded version of that person. life is not something we are promised tomorrow. but we weren't promised it yesterday either.







i'm afraid of the future, of growing up, and losing touch.






none of it matters, though.








nobody cares enough to tell me that i'm wrong when i'm not and lull me into a false sense of security.









goodbye.
goodbye.
goodbye.













goodby­e.

smoker's cough
cough syrup
syrup on pancakes
pancakes flat on the road
road signs
sign language
language is power
power-puff girl
girl with a flat chest
chest full of secrets
secrets of lovers
lovers kissing
kissing goodbye
goodbye for now
now or never
never leave
leave me alone
alone on a sunday night
night whispers
whispers like autumn
autumn weather
weather for sweaters
sweaters unraveling
unraveling thoughts
thoughts on peace
peace and quiet
quiet down
down the rabbit hole
hole in my head
head of the household
household of disfunction
disfunction in my brain
brain dead
dead serious
serious situations
situations avoided
avoided my problems
problems with me
me and you
you are nothing
nothing much
much different
different sides of the world
world keeps spinning
spinning like a record
record speed
speed dating
dating yesterday
yesterday is gone
gone with the wind
wind on my skin
skin deep
deep water
water bed
bed of flowers
flowers in my hair
hair so brown
brown like mud
mud pie
pie filled with cherry
cherry red
red blood
blood oath
oath by the river
river fishes
fishes swimming
swimming in tanks
tanks in the desert
desert people
people without purpose
purpose
purposefully making up my mind
mind your mother
mother knows best
best man
manly faces
faces i can't remember
remember this?
this is where i say no
no thanks
thanks for the memories
memories erased
erased the words
words caught in my throat
throat full of tears
tears on my cheeks
cheeks of ruby red hue
hue of blue
blue
blue
blue skies
skies are falling
falling in love
love you more
more than you ever loved me

Dews drop on leaves
We know them as leaves
Bees **** nectar
And flowers are still flowers
After losing its one leg
The bird is known as a bird
But when evil catches us
We are fettered and dance
To its amazing and honey
Tunes, rhyming with milieu
And our identity is gone
We adopt a new name
A name to be applauded
Somewhere for its intensity
Be, my dearest, what you were
For evil is only rainbow, appealing
For its own bubble existence
That we know is not us
Be, my dearest,  what you were
Still you will be the same

For them as you were earlier
And here your peace grows

Be, my dearest, what you were
For restoration is being with God

Late at night when I shut my door
In the dark I sprint across the floor
And jump headlong into my bed
And when I close that horrible hideous,stinky door
I shut my eyes super tight(yeah you're right-its mostly out pure fright)
Because I throw the blankets way up over my head and I hide and lay still like the dead
Praying my prayer that what hides in the deep,dark shadows at night and makes me shake with fright-wont come for me on this of all nights
That the monster has not yet figured out I'm in this room
I lay like it's my tomb
All alone in my gloom and doom
I've heard it's nails drag across the rug
God! It smells of all the foul beasts that dance in the fires of hell
I swear it lets me have no rest
Till the rays of sun begin to break in the East and spread West
This foul beast will not leave me alone
Lets me not have one single bit of peace
It's a battle of sheer survival-
Until daylight makes its blessed arrival

Thank you for stalking me.  
You are my number one fan.
Thank you for stalking me and changing my poems on the internet.
Would you like my autograph?
Thank you Hacker you hack my poetry pages and change my poems around to let me know you're stalking me.  I feel so important.

I think I ate something weird, its messing with my stomach in the most peculiar way. It's moving around from wall to wall. Nevermind it only happens when I talk to you, when I see your face. Butterflies like this I have never felt before. Can't wait to see you again, can't wait to hold you again.

look at the time, 8 hours back my family and friends are asleep. Look at the  peaceful eyes they keep. 8 hours forward from them, lays a man not knowing what to do with his head, scared that someone might pump him with lead.
Look at the time, 6 hours forward, there she is with a smile to take on the world. 6 hours back from her, there's a man waiting to give her his heart whole.
Sometimes he feels alone, sometimes he needs someone there. Sometimes hearing someone's voice is all he needs, sometimes love is all that he needs