her bouncy run and tickled fun, her gremlish punch and happy lunch, her evil smirk makes me berserk, her boo gosh falls ‘cause it’s a ****, I don’t know what this rhyme scheme is, but Emme is my favorite dish, I’ll eat her every meal and day, and don’t think in a weird way, she’s seriously so beautiful, so pull your pinky, Hootiful!
This poem came to me in a dream. A very short angel flew down on silky wings and delivered this into my heart.
He kept thousands of sacred seas Inside his kindness, his wings are full of chastity. You can sense his soul floating in the sky like a guardian angel. You dare not wish to be an angel too. But you yearn to be in his holy heart forever.
In a flash of silent thunder You appeared like an angel The rain wetting your hair Sticking to your face Your wings were made of light Void of liquid No feathers to be matted by precipitation You cast upon me your gentle gaze of stone like jade Your white gown was weighed down by nothing but water from the clouds There was no sun to brighten the planet You lit up the entire earth by simply being My heart falters as I think back to that moment You fell to the ground, wings dimming as the moon rose I had fallen to my knees In awe of the beauty of dying seraphim Tears mingled with the sobbing of the sky I didn't dare to come any closer But I could hear your sweet words Poetry sang in my ears Love songs told stories of a life I would never know Until that point I had thought I understood what it meant to live But I could never truly live Nor could I understand
it was your birthday yesterday mom reminded me like it hadn’t been the only thing on my mind all day she said she couldn’t believe that it’s been so long but it felt like i had just hugged you yesterday i didn’t want to believe it i don’t believe it and i’m not sure that i ever will so i set up a number that leads to no where because i wondered what it would be like to call you to leave you a message to tell you how my day was and i think of you whenever i see a flannel shirt when i eat peaches when i smell fresh flowers and sometimes when i want to feel close to you i’ll go into my spare room, open the closet and put on your army green police jacket that you left it even still smells like you i was too young then i was too young to be sorting through an entire house of things so the entire family could decide what i would be able to remember you by but even now i don’t need your things i remember you as clear as the blue skies you loved it would just be nice to have more of you around but i know you’re there i look up at the photos of you in the living room every single day and smile you’re gone but i know you’re here
twelve years gone but i can still feel you all around