Essays, I do not like you
And you often sneak up on me too.
Go write yourself
Or stay on the shelf
Because to me you are nothing new.

Small
Boy friend
From my past
With your dark hair
And your blue jacket.
Although our days of play
And shaving cream are behind
I wonder if you remember
How much fun we used to have at school.
I want to go back to those days with you.

A
Twisted
Tail
In a
Trap or an
Upbeat
Dance
Engulfed in bliss

Oh where have you gone lost button of mine?
Under the bed or hiding in my drawer,
Hiding like all my socks, in their sock shrine?
Or in my room hiding behind the door?

You are not lying plainly on my floor;
I need to find you, oh where could you be?
The others like you, you just can’t ignore;
Come back, it is not safe being lonely.

You are probably rebelling from me
And the others, trying to be unique,
But you mean the world to me, can’t you see?
I miss you—there are no words left to speak.

You’re twins cry for you, “Button, where you at?
Don’t be a sock, you are better than that.”

I am smooth and curved. My digital appearance is easily read with its precise dark lines transforming to a new shape every minute.
I cannot freeze nor slow, and I am always right. I am admired by only one—
Only the eyes of the one who carries me.
Watch me and I will not go any faster;
Forget me and I will not go any slower. Often, I hug you when we travel,
Assisting you on your timeless journeys.

Now I am grand, reaching to the stars with long, cracked columns and rusty bars.
I cannot go with you on any journey but will always
Be here when you return. Every morning, my antique whiskers point in various directions,
point to tired Roman numerals, which straighten up so everyone can see them.
Age engulfs me like moss to a tree,
Although I feel much older than that.
Rhythmically, I sing to you, each hour, day, and year, just to let you know I am still here.

What is curiosity?
Is it red or is it blue?
Does it have wings so it can fly
To places beyond the new?

Perhaps it's a mole
Burrowing deep in the ground,
Searching for things
That can never be found.

It must be hidden in a cave
Upside-down like a bat,
waiting to be awaken--
Or is it more than that?