Kiss My…©

Morning people,
Those people up at the crack of dawn

With more energy than a ball of fire
All done up like they haven’t even slept

It is in those moments I want to say
Kiss my sass

Looking at them through my bleary eyes
Me feeling like something off a scrapheap

Their exuberance like a cup runneth over
Excitement exuding everywhere

It is in those moments I want to say
Kiss my sass

My rear glued to the bed
Unable to muster the motivation to get up

I listen to them espouse great plans for the day
Bubbling with sheer excitement

It is in those moments I want to say
Kiss my sass

We all have our place and so do they
I have to admit with some dismay

Andreas Simic©

Peter got his very own egg. His had a package of skittles.
Lizzy got her very own egg. Hers had two rolling dice.
Sarah got her very own egg. Hers had a book of riddles.
Landon got his very own egg. His had bean-bags with rice.
Kathy got her very own egg. Hers had a mini clown.
Henry got his very own egg. His had a lock and key
I got my very own egg, and I was jumping up and down
As this was my first egg that was given just for me.
I had reached the age of ten, so now I was allowed
To have my own egg this easter, and boy was I proud.
I took my egg, I tore it open, and what was inside?
What was inside was suddenly something I wanted to hide...
"What's inside?" Asked Peter and Lizzy.
"What'd you get?" Asked Sarah and Landon.
"Is it candy?" Poked Kathy and Henry.
And I ran away, because nothing is a hard companion.
Nothing. My egg had nothing. I tried to let it go...
It really should've been easier as the months went all too slow...
But nothing, good old nothing: It stayed and seemed to grow...
And nothing's now my only friend, and because I made it so.

Taking up my time
Your face fills my mind
You know that feeling when your young
When a first love interest is sprung
I think they call it butterflies
I'm in a constant state of anxiety
Or is it excitement
I can't tell, but there's no need for enticement
I don't want to work or eat
I can't sit and read or watch the Tv
It all seems so pointless to me
I prefer to while the time away
As I lay
With thoughts that you're also thinking of me while I think of you
You see it's not a blessing because I can't function right
But it can't be a curse because I see you in  sight
I'm addicted to the adrenaline that fills my chest
Pounding through my body even when I rest
Such a bizarre concoction
To uncommon not to drink the toxin
Why bother to read the caution
I enjoy that unknowing state
The lack of control over fate

What is this desire?
I am in a washing machine being spun around in mixed feelings

You bring out the most joyful moments in my life, yet I feel the most sorrow when I think I am losing you

Even though I'm hurting inside, a part of me that was once a pitch black, empty abyss has now been lit with a fire greater than a thousand suns

You light my desires,
You light my *destiny

My friends called her Gypsy
And other offensive things.
Her clothes were always colorful
And she wore a lot of rings.
Her skin was dark and lovely
As was her long lustrous hair.
She had the second sight
And a lot of love to share.

She knew what she was doing
And I, a youth, surely did not.
I was fascinated from the start
Blown away by the luck I’d got.
Here was this exciting woman,
A creature of such mystery
Who seemed to want to spend
Her time with such as me.

I couldn’t call her Gypsy
Like other of my friends
I loved her and determined to
Stay and see how it ends.
But she took me much further
And showed me the secret me.
She said she was Cassandra
And she meant the world to me.

Her manner seemed to know me
Though we had only just met,
I was sure this was an interlude
I would not let myself forget.
She told me things about myself
She could never have guessed,
And took me into her bed
So I could learn all the rest.

We spent our time those days,
Those first few like a dream
And it may have taken many more
But that was how it seemed.
Then one day I woke up to see
She was packing a few things.
She took away her second sight
Her beauty, her candles and rings.

I couldn’t call her Gypsy
Like other of my friends
I loved her and determined to
Stay and see how it ends.
But she took me much further
And showed me the secret me.
She said she was Cassandra
And she meant the world to me.

Amidst the river,
she walks along the way.
She is curious.
Curious of the waves of the bay.

Her little finger brushes
against the ripples.
She takes her hand back
as waves maneuver triples

She continues her way
across the water.
Her excitement engages
as waves totter.

Today,
I don't feel at ease.
What was anticipated, extinguished.