#1900s
You are the instrument by which I care,
I spend my days and night gazing at the lovely sight
So send me all your knights to protect my heart.
Sweetly upon the breeze I'll catch at tune,
Sing along and think of me and you,
Mortal love that in the spring blooms,
A blessing effervescent with love.
Affection the key unto your heart.
So as the candy man does, I'll come daily,
Wishing to see you — my little bug — run gaily,
On and through the streets of town as you do.
As you do.
So is the sound of all of this, a warning to guard my heart?
Or should I fall from the precipice, into your warm and loving arms?
This is the art, the sickly feeling, bubbling up we call love!
It's up to weather to dictate whether I come and greet you with a serenade!
Oh just how the universe has made, you.
Oh you! Oh you~
My little song bird, you make my heart sing on and on without end, I cannot sleep, you keep me up, thought of your smile and the sound of your laughter-
So is the sound of all of this, a warning to guard my heart?
Or should I fall from the precipice, into your warm and loving arms?
This is the art, the sickly feeling, bubbling up we call love!
Granted I'm gay when I see you, giddy with reservations.
But giving in to temptations isn't as hard as it seems!
Sighing too much,
Ditching the glove,
As we walk bare hand to hand I long for your touch- I implore you-
Love me too much.
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 4:39 PM UTC
I remember that cool September day,
Missouri 1905.
I was reading about the wright brothers
The first men to ever fly.
Interesting, yes
But father's laughter intrigued me more.
He hadn't laughed since mother died
in 1894.
I went down to see
why father laughed so loudly.
And there you were,
sitting across father drinking tea.
I felt my cheeks grow hot
when you turned and saw me.
No!
I thought to myself.
You are a man,
so am I.
I sat at my usual spot
and father served me tea.
He had told me you were looking for work,
That you'd come all the way
from New Orleans.
And so the next day you were put to work,
helped me tend to the horses
while I tried to focus on loving dear Jenny
but you had stolen my heart from me.
Every time you'd laugh,
I always stuttered.
Whenever we brushed shoulders
my heart fluttered
I sat by my bed and called upon the Lord,
told him about the strange feelings I had.
I asked him if loving you
Was truly a thing that was bad.
The day you saved the cattle
from a fire in the barn
and saved my Daddy's little farm,
I knew I had to tell you.
So I found you at dusk
by the south fence,
where the cicadas never shut up,
and the sun set in it's usual place
behind the pretty green hills.
I said your name
like you'd disappear at any moment.
You looked up, smiling,
and the world felt cruel
for saying I can't love you.
I told you how I felt.
I told you I was not confused.
I told you I had tried prayer,
and poor Jenny,
and working away until my hands bled.
Nothing took you out of me.
You did not laugh.
You did not step back.
You just listened,
As if my love for you wasn't forbidden.
When you finally spoke,
you said my name the same way
I had said yours.
Then you leaned closer,
and I realized what it was like
when those wright brothers
had taken flight.
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 10:47 PM UTC
I've got a magic hat,
That'll take you back in time.
So we can go shoot pool,
In 1999.
Or back to the 80's,
We can dance, dance baby!
Do the robot all the way back,
To the 50's.
That's where I left my I-pod,
Hope they haven't found that. . .
Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 8:57 PM UTC