I wanna poke your cheeks,
and tickle you when you're mad.
I wanna kiss and hug you when youre sad.
and when you're happy,

Its because there is nothing that is bad.

Just a Game. . .

In the comfortable stockade of my mind
Hide and seek cannot be won
Tip­toe away and find a hollow,
The solitary spot
Slipping between turmoil
Festering in alcoves
Always waiting; back tensed,
Adrenalin sheathing the silence
If I remain undetected
Perhaps the seeker will ease off,
Forget the ollie ollie in comfree
Leave me stowed away.
Much later, I could creep into safety
Call a truce, change spots...
Yet unmarred, the same old rules;
Vicious whispers that ask of unknown.
Meaningful glances and gritted teeth,
The shock of lush green eyes chasing down memory lane.
Wake up, Maple. Wake up.
But I wouldn’t, and it didn’t matter.
Because the stabbing whispers would continue inside;
Dueling emotions I long ago left at bay.
Reside there, waiting.
Counting.
Watching.

*Ready or not,
Here
We
Come.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I swear to god there's no other way to say
**I ******* love you

oh how the stars bloom
in your eyes like millions
of fireworks on the fourth
of july;

i dig my heels into the dirt
and i call out like the ground
to the rain and the ocean
to the moon-

i say,
"i will cry for you
until i go crashing down,"

and i don't wait
for a response.