SIi - Hello Poetry

SIi Mar 2011

I like you some days
There were days when I liked you a lot
I liked the elation of the plot of finding out
If you liked me too.
I liked how you liked putting your hands on me
I liked grabbing them
Even thought they were so ruff
I liked it all too much so I stopped.
But I kept a spark
I always did that with girls after I liked them
After it was too much.
I kept the spark I have for you incase it could become a fire
At more than just my will.
But I never liked the sparks I kept
But yours it keeps my will.
I like the spark I keep for you
.And I still always like you

SIi Mar 2011

My castle has gutters

My castle has gutters
and windows with right angles.
But they don’t make me feel well,
because they're not perfect,
Just a slush of mathematics
That don’t have an echo
Of the poetry.

If the world would let me,
I would take them off.
And sleep somewhere else
wake up to watch the inside freeze.

I can’t make the plants grow
since I leave my cigarettes half un-ash-ed
Sometimes they catch fire
and redo growths delay.

My castle has gutters
and I leave it without a soul,
So I can’t be the one to claim
the mistakes I’ve made.
with lonely days.

SIi Mar 2011

but mostly

I’d write about nothing
to describe what’s life changing
Take a mood and call it
A million things
Maybe too beautiful,

But mostly too much

I write to feel more
Of myself
By writing for another
While trying to not
Express things worth losing
That I keep with myself
through writing

But mostly it’s not enough

SIi Feb 2011

I'm no John Keats.

I’m not a graceful mover but I have my words with me,
I’m no john Keats, but I can still write to you sweetie,
I saw the way you walked up to me, questioned with your eyes?
The way I watch the world. You asked me, and I was surprised.
I can’t say I’ve been here too long, but I was wrong for going through,
I should of stopped when I was 16 the world was much simpler and new.
*** was great, condoms were cheap, and I didn’t need to dance.
I had the world under my pen, and a girl with it to romance.
I’d push the ink and like that I had a life to show.
With love that would guide me, with a place to go,
Now I have three sets of stairs to my make way to my room.
One for each year of memories that I have lost.
One day ill move on to the fourth floor to catch the moon.
And I hope you’ll be there to question me,
You seem to be the last bit of reality
In this world of emotional debt,
I’m no great writer,
but I have you, to move the words in me.

SIi Feb 2011

Sweet flower covered

Sweet flower covered
I feel your blossom is falling for moments
When I am there.

Your hands maybe ruff
But they are soft when they touch me
And they touch me often.

At first in all sparking romantic ways
And I thought sweet flower
Is falling for moments with me.
Time came and your blossom stayed
And so did my fall
Your hands grew more ruff and powerful
And each touch softer to me.
Then clear in passing air
Your touch became more than your hands
You laid your blossom next to me
And I let my fall my hands
touch you when you were there.

I knotted myself sweet flower to you
A knot I thought I can undo.

SIi Feb 2011

For what ever my idea of love is

For what ever my idea of love is
you were its first step.

Before you I lacked the clarity,
moments to be shared with others
naked, and uneasy, yet ready
both of us were equally bare.
With unnoticed feelings
we appeared to share.

I was prone to sweat
and you to run so far

Your way with words
my miss spelled errors
neither could equally meet,
we left with deep pockets
of emotional warfare.

I ended up in debt
you had money through the ear

We had only our dreams
of what we wanted
wanted each other to be

I cared the way I could
and apart of you cared

I loved the way I did
and apart of you loved?

I spent months flipping sides
walking on edges splitting my souls,
realizing I had only taken my first step.

SIi Nov 2010

I miss you

I miss you
Poetry.
You brought
Feeling
Through me.
As I wrote
You
To a page.
Or read
A piece
We once made.
I would fill
With ease
Then empty
All my ink
And time
for you.
now I weep
to touch
your words
Through
A pen.