I am orange
Never appreciated
Always second to the red
Trying to get to the top
It's impossible

An outsider
Unlike all the others
Not one rhyme
I am different

Trying to fit in
Always sticking out
Too bold
Everyone is staring

I want to hide
Escape society
Forget all the pressure
It's pointless

It is what it is
Nothing will ever change

What stands between us is time.
Schedules, plans, events--
Every second, every minute, every hour
We are travelling apart.
I think of you when my time is
No longer occupied
But isn't it that I'm supposed to
Think of you all the time?

What stands between us is distance.
You are a hundred miles above sea level
And I am already drowning below.
By time you jump off the sea to save me,
(Will you? Will you?)
The ocean has already wrapped its arms
Around me and yet they say,
Distance does not matter.

What stands between us is fear.
I say to the mirror,
I love you.
I say to the mirror,
But I'm afraid we're not working out.

What stands between us is them.
A girl smiles, a guy winks.
That lab partner has accidentally
Brushed your arm,
And he held my stare for too long.
"You know he'll eventually find someone there, right?"
"You know someone will eventually whisk her away, right?"
Eventually. Like we cannot do anything about it.
(We can, though.)

What stands between us is us.
You grin back, I blushed.
Our world was filled with only two pairs of eyes.
Our separate worlds is now invaded with too many.
That hole in our gut that says 'I miss you.'
Has been ignored too often
We mistake it for stress.
We mistake it for something else.
We mistake.

(We can do something
But the thing here is
We probably won't.)

homesick for the little things-
a hello, for instance
-how was your day

can i just say-
small kisses
would go a long way
towards improving
the manor

i remember when-

i remember
small kisses
in a friendly manner-

granted
and planted-
and love mattered.

r ~ 9/24/14

you came to the rodeo
with your latest portfolio
of sidekick apparatchi(c)ks

colorful lily - a realpolitik mariposa
and gloriosa - tall like a ponderosa
while i rode the appaloosa-
cool like - little joe

do they make you hum
a sweet song like i do?

sitting on your spanish saddle
booted to skeedaddle
when i beat the buzzer
while buzzards circled-
beneath a purple sun

you came that time
when i rode
-on the blue mesa.

r ~ 9/24/14

You sat her on a pedestal beside a grand piano.
You held her heart upon a string,
were united together by a golden balloon,
which acted as a yo-yo ,
flying high above the moon,
starry skies and butterflies,
Just so you could touch her,
like no other ever could,
and she said ,
Only you,
would she ever touch again,
Be at one with,
never again,
Her eyes are stained as glass tear drops fall,
Fed by sorrow's pain.
You are the cherub,
the innocent,
and her,
She's the beautiful demon inside,
who plays on your head,
tying strings of regret.
And around your throat they're choking you,
Exorcism of tears,
Then you know the demon won.
(c) Livvi

Yes, write me a poem
About autumn leaves drifting on the wind
About snowflakes settling on your eyelids
Maybe about the gentle spring rain
Or walking by the crystal stream on a bright summers day
Take me back to your childhood
Of days spent in a tent
Of walks in meadows
Resplendent with the artists pallete of color
Take me into that forest where the birds so freely sing
Take me into a world of make believe
Of fairies and dragons
Of mermaids haunting songs floating across the sea
Yes, take me to those places, those beautiful things

Please don't take me to doom and despair
Of suicidal feelings
Oh my girlfriend/boy friend of three days has left me
I can't live without him/her
Don't give me feelings of deep depression
I'm not a phsychiatrist so I can't help you
Just give me poetry

If you are uncomfortable when you look in the mirror,
keep in mind:
We spent thousands of years
trying to convince the earth
she was flat.

We wrote her maps as evidence of the things we saw;
and she believed them.
She cried tsunamis, and had earthquake breakdowns.

Keep in mind: the Sun never gave up hope.
The earth will keep spinning and breathing
the star-dusty space void of encouragement.

Next time you look in the mirror
and second-guess your potential divinity,
remember you will keep shining and living.

Because the Sun is out there
believing in you,
compensating for lack of the human capacity
to treat each other empathically.

You don’t need proof or approval
to be exactly what you are;
Eventually everyone will see
your infinite beauty.

In gentle hands,
rising over waves of wind
to lands anew
we fly. And from so high
we are as small
as frost on the windowsill.