I will find the place
Where the weirdos go
To be among my people

The strange, the unappreciated
Too brilliant or too insufferable
To live in polite society

I will join them in the trash heap
O carelessly discarded treasures!
And be an unfit queen

Shadows of summer
Leave a mark upon my heart
As they grow longer

I wish the silence goodnight
In case it cannot find its voice
I wish the silence goodnight
In case it has no choice

I wish the silence goodnight
Because however it came to be
The silence on this starless night
Silently misses me

Today I will become an ephemeral thing
the mist in the flowers
the feeling in the forest that you are not alone
the ocean’s salt caress
No one can touch me
They do not have the right
My gifts are only for those who seek them
and have the strength to bear their weight

I felt the harvest
Though I was in the mountains
The forest was ripe

I am supposed to write you
Poetry
Examining the ache I feel and asking
Do you feel it, too? But in lovelier words,
Something befitting our growing passion

Instead I am seeking blue bubbles with a thrill in my core
Pen slack in hand, sheets threatened,
The delicate flower of inspiration choking on the weeds of modernity

And still I will you to end this waiting
Wishing to reach you as Jane did her Edward
To shake you from sleep with my thoughts
DM me, *******

I poured the milk out
For its only hope was you
Unwanted by me