#bashful
If I'm able
I'll cheer you on
If I'm capable
I'll clap for however long
If you need just a little
I'll whisper you a song
I'll crack a funny riddle
Just to hear you laugh along
I care so very little of the battle
You're right, I'm wrong
Don't be bashful
The night is long
Perfect days are doubtful
But we'll never doubt where we belong
©2024
May 1, 2024
May 1, 2024 at 7:02 PM UTC
my cheeks catch fire often-
roses, roses on fire, warm summer wind.
when my face goes pink,
and my eyes dart anywhere but here:
thinking about ***
singing the wrong note in choir
trying on something that fits too well
everyone laughing at once
noticing a first date at the next table
locking eyes with anyone.. anyone
arriving late
the champagne cork flying off
it all rushes in at once.
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 1:20 AM UTC
an
i
was
forgotten
his brutality
escaped from me
he ***** me
his push
on my
shove
he
hacked off his love
she spit the next day
three blocks
in
his
way
she went to fry fish
she was quite
the
dish
slapped me
with her
tar-tar
sauce
hope
she
slaps her boss
maybe she can find an real man
she won't have to have her
come here swallowed
from
an
garbage can
with this ring
i took
an
other
to bed
that's what she said
under her pillow
she keeps
an
second chance
hope ing for an other glance
?
...
..
.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 12:27 PM UTC
Things You cannot speak
Things you cannot take
Things you feel
And wounds unheal.
Let go of the past
Somethings just don't last
Shout it out
Cause you are free
Things you doubt
And now you'll see ,
See through my eyes
And you'll know
what is life
To be love and
To love, I'll show you
My life ,
When I am with you
I don't know
Thing's were just so slow
For the things I wanna show.
A sweeter life , under the savior ,
A faithful life, with God in power,
I'll scream throughout the world
I'll shout it word by word
You are my half
And
I am thankful
Just you and me
Life is enough.
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 9:38 PM UTC
Around 8:00 pm, I arrive
Post workout, sweat dried head
I drag myself to the counter and said my order
However, this time, was quite unlike any other
I tried to conjure a line that would strike up a conversation
But I'm too shy of a guy
So naturally, I began my evasion
My brain forces a fire inside
Because her eyes are sapphires
Dying for my supply of a vanity high
I'm just aiming to seem connected, corrected
So I selected my words with too much thought
And all I could collect was
"Your eyes are so beautiful"
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 4:49 AM UTC
*First meeting with her
Eyes dancing around bodies
Yearning only touch*
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
Your body is the ocean
rippling and unfathomable,
eyes a wavering, wandering, azure blue
set always to be drawn away
before rushing back; sending
salted spray slaps against my skin.
I wax and I wane
and you're set, sometimes, to do the same
as this your tempestuous tides do echo,
with your ebb and your flow, our highs and our lows
but when we're both at our greatest height
there's glory in our gravitation.
you shiver when you look into my eyes,
these beacons of sharp, darkening grey,
and sometimes, only sometimes, just
as the spring tide exults,
it seems like the oceans in love
with the fickle full-moon.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 4:31 AM UTC
lips become cherry red when I cry
and chasing cars hurts from my ears
down to my toes
because it was never wasting time
I almost killed my jeep battery
(forgot to turn the lights off)
drinking coffee to Iowa cornfields and a resurrected yearning
maybe I'll leave (I want to)
--LA, Paris, Austria, Versailles, Rio, Carmel, Amsterdam, Mumbai--
I'm audacious and arrogant--much too proud of
my flaws
leaving would be easy: intoxicating
like caffeine
stars
fear
laughing kisses
but staying means home and English and standing out like a sore thumb (a beautiful one) in public
and the people I deeply love
(and need) I can admit that now
so I'll watch the Capri Sun orange sunset
once again tonight
and try to intoxicate myself with
cornfields, sassy 8th graders, my beautiful examples of true love, ADD, bashful boy,
and pieces of the world
on my body
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
Beauty walks alone . . .
Her eyes drift on forest path,
Shy wind through the trees.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
He sits alone and in silence
Atop the silver birch
High above the forest floor
Watching with attentive eyes
As moonlight flirts playfully,
Shadow dancing among the many
Silver branches
At the heart of the forest,
The brook chatters endlessly
Of adventures through mountains
So high their peaks are lost in
****** clouds, of underground
Rivers raging unseen beneath
Valleys filled with first
Spring lilies
The weary critters gather
To lap at cool waters,
Ignoring the incessant babble
As they keep a wary eye
On lurking shadows
High above, his sharp eyes
Glimpse outlines in the darkness,
Hidden shapes imitating bush
And fern, almost motionless
Yet moving
He utters a single sound,
A whisper barely audible
Above the ceaseless chatter
Of the brook
The hunters arrive and
Sniff the air, traces of
Prey still lingering,
But the trail grows cold
The brook continues to regale
The night air with tales
Seemingly unaware
They are no longer listening
Seemingly unaware
They never were
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC