the mattress is possessed and my days are numbered

my numbers are possessed and

tree branches are starting to grow from inside

my neck, sprouting ****** bulbous limbs

wearing the springs of my mattress

in my sleep, the tree talks to my mattress

from my throat

they are in cohorts and I suppose

the ghost has nothing to do with it

but in the end the ghost will

have an affair with the mattress

and they will run away leaving the tree

and my numbers

I can’t speak because of the

tree

and the karmic terror

of the heavy branches tearing

through my throat

the ghost doesn’t know about the tree

the mattress will never tell her

the mattress is missing several springs

the mattress is possessed and can only speak in tongues

so the ghost only hears the whispers of leaves

I'm morose and thinking of you
I wanted to create some mental distance
So I tried to think of why I dont have a crush
On you
The strangest thing happened
I smiled
I thought of your passion for life
For the sea and her creatures
Inexplicably I felt delight
At merely knowing you
If you were to reject me
My pride would feel wounded
I'm sure that I would be hurt
Yet it's my own self doing
I could accept it
To be your friend I would want to be

I know you're not looking
Which I find quite unfortunate
Because I believe I have seen
A lot of fair women
None as rare as you
Like a unicorn so elusive
A slight glimpse of your smile
Has me captivated and smitten
Your wit leaves me staring at a wall
With thoughts of the future at the forefront
Annoyed by their ever steady presence I submit
To the thought of you and I in a battle of wit

How funny and peculiar this is
I started with the intention of separation
Like the sun over the skyline over yonder
Instead I wrote a sappy poem
About you

If i continue i know the risk
To get shot down over sea
To find myself in a raft
Desperately peddling myself back towards peace and contentment
Yet this undertaking is daring
I could not resist the mission
For a man of romance and culture
What is more valiant than the fight for her heart?
With this line I do find peace
Before my campaign begins
Because if I fall i wont be floundering
My misery and shame will be gone
I accepted this of my own accord
My situation is my own doing

Each Color a Scar
by Michael R. Burch

What she left here,
upon my cheek,
is a tear.

She did not speak,
but her intention
was clear,

and I was meek,
far too meek, and, I fear,
too sincere.

What she can never take
from my heart
is its ache;

for now we, apart,
are like leaves
without weight,

scattered afar
by love, or by hate,
each color a scar.

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this poem
has no
reason
to rhyme

like how
I have
no reason
to give up on you.

Can we
Just go to the sea
And let's see
What's beneath of that deep sea
After I saw that sea

Do not leave me
I don't want to be lonely
Because I'm starting to see
The worth of you that I'd like again to see
After you let me
Dive into your deep sea

You were gone
I thought it was done
But here I am stunned
By the light of your sun,
You came back,
After the moon comes
And the bird hums
And a bright light succumbs
You were there standing and saying
We have feelings in tons

Before I let this poem done
I just want our conflicts to be gone
And have the love we want on those long runs
And again this time, can we?

Meeting you was fate,
becoming your friend was choice,
but falling in love with you was completely out of my control.
God created men first,
coz you always make
a rough draft before a masterpiece.
You are the light in a dark room
and I am the moth who can't resist it.
Explaining how much I love you
is like explaining how water tastes.
I don't want to be your whole world....
just your favorite part of your daily chapter
I'll love you today because tomorrow may be too late.
Meeting you has been delightfully refreshing!
I thought of something wonderful today.... You!

I still cry at night
Because of the abandonment
Of you
But not in my mind
But in my heart.