Take me on a date
To the poetry club
So we can dance all night
To the words
The creative minds spill from their mouths
Slipping through the holes in the microphone
Only to come out as music

Take me on a date
To the poetry club
So we can drunk the silent thoughts
Of the listening souls seeking for inspiration
And get drunk to the music
That slips through the holes in the microphone

Take me on a date
To the poetry club
So i can admire the way your head tilts
Slightly left when you observe
The standing body embracing
The empty stage
Speaking words filling you to the brim
With love

Love for the poetry club

I reread your poems,
Your soft unspoken words that
Mean so much.
I don't even know you,
You girl of wonderfully
Beautiful yet
Dreadful stories.

I wish I could be the
One to cure your
Scary thoughts.

I crumble
Into insignificantly small pieces
And spill
Through the cracks of insanity
Insuppressible
Falling so slowly
It feels almost as if i'm floating
Dispersing
Once i reach the callous bottom

I was once surrounded
By brightness
Never acknowledging
The precedence it didn't receive
The light was always a given
A requirement for life
It was never anything
Extraordinary

Captured by crazy
I lay still in the dark
Watching beams of light
Flicker
Through the very cracks
That made everything
Vanish
After i fortuitously invaded

From this angle
They look almost like
A possibility of hope
A way to reclaim life
Infiltrating
The dark that suffocates me
The rays sweep over
Just long enough
For me to inhale

Every glimmer
Now imperative

I've really wanted to
Cut
At least a dozen times today
But then I remember the reasons why I shouldn't and
Everything seems to be okay.

I can't imagine
The descision you face.
Choosing between two families.
Two sets of friends.
Two schools.
Something you love,
And someone.

I may try to understand
but I will never really know.
And in the end,
the choice is yours alone.
Four simple words, can change your life forever.
I want to stay
or
I want to go.
But tell me darling,
where are you truly happy?

Last night I
Tossed and turned.
I woke up in a
Cold sweat and
Wanted to scream.
I looked over in my bed and
Saw you there,
Reaching out to me,
for me,
Whispering my name and
Then you disappeared.
I turned to the other side,
And tried to forget you.
But the tears that I shed
Reminded me I
Couldn't.

I'm still trying to figure out wether
We really belong together.
When we were so close and everything
Seems so fine it makes me want
You so much more.
I have scary visions of you
And I hate them all except
The ones that
Are good.
I want you to be happy and
To remember me.
I
Want you to live on without me,
I can just be a
Good memory.
Remember my eyes
The ones you've never seen as they
Explored your spine and how it
Curves.
The eyes that
Memorize the
Freckles on your arm.
The same **** eyes that
Know when you want to cry.
I'm still trying to figure out why
I want you so much and if I
Should stay.
If I did stay,
One reason would be
Because of you.

I've been noticing little things lately
like the way certain words feel weird
coming off the tongue (copy. makes
the original sound cheap and ***** because
you're making a duplicate, a clone. copy.)

or all the stuff stuck underneath my fingernails
(I don't know where it all comes from, but isn't
it strange to think that it's probably all just skin
and other abandoned parts of me that have found
their way to a safe haven beneath my nails?)

or the way my best friend looks at me like I walk
on water and perform miracles and save lives
(when really it's the other way around because
she's had it hard in life and all she ever does is make
things better for other people, especially for me.)

and there's something weird about all these things
that I've been noticing, because they are so small
and insignificant, but I cannot help but find them
to be
strangely
poetic.