Parker

Parker Dec 2024

ill sit in the living room and watch the clock tick.
ill sink further and further into the plush of the couch,
waiting.
all good things come with time
and you are one of those things.
ill watch the seconds, hours, days, weeks, months, even years
tick by.
my smile will never fade, my hands will never fidget, my eyes will never falter.
i will wait for you,
for as long as you need me to.
you are worth the time and the effort.

i really hope you know that no matter how much time you need.. ill be there for you.

Dec 2024

onlylovepoetry

Marry Me (I am in love with you)

promised you a new love poem
every day till forever arrives,
for it will until then to
exhaust the crazy no limit ways to communicate
how my love for you consumes my
fragility, uncovering my core of strength,
that is never exposed, but for/to you,

but for/to you

my unidimensional surface
unpierced,
no one sees what you x-ray,
and I fess willingly, with ease of mind,
that my secrets are safe stored best within
the borderless country where our ven
diagrams of souls
intersect with iron & steel & titanium
ribboned lines of inviolate invisible
pure white

here I stop
lest I die of bursting,
and yet I weep
for us,

for
you,

no longer
read my poetry

music
Train “Marry Me”
Chris Stapleton “Thinl I’m in Love wit You”
Sara Bareilles “Grsvity”

#marry #me #olp #onlylovepoet

Dec 2024

Lost Indeed

Cold hugs.

I must confess
I have been writing about you...
In my hidden rhymes, I can scream.
In my lost poems, I feel seen.

I'm afraid to confess how much I feel.
I'm scared to overwhelm, to isolate, and push you away.
But these words may never find your eyes,
hiding in these lines that I will never say.

Saying that you stole my heart would be a lie.
You took so much more of what is mine...
You have my attention, my memories, and my dreams.
Fine, you have my art, my poetry, my time.
F*CK IT... keep my salvation, my future, my life.

Parker Dec 2024

the fear of being perceived

i’ve taken up journaling.
spilling my feelings between thin lines and smudged ink.
although, my words are not articulate enough.
i don’t describe my feelings in a way that is poetic or neat, it is only human.
who am i preforming for?
if only my soul is to read these pages,
why must i put on an act?
why must my words of melancholy, rage, and hopefulness be reworked.
a beautiful home, without a foundation.

i’ve been writing a lot and no matter what i do i can’t stop telling myself that my journal entries could be better. i go back and fix them, reword them. its strange.

Parker Dec 2024

a vision

in my vision i saw it clearly
our hearts became one
my hand in yours as we fell asleep
a glow emitting from where our bodies touch

Parker Dec 2024

the trees sing

i drove down this road today
a road that’s tainted with your smile
your laugh
your eyes.
i drove until my eyes were blurry
and my lungs were aching.
even the trees sing your name,
throwing it around on a winter breeze.
you’re everything.
you’re everywhere.

Parker Dec 2024

stardust

soft breathes and unspoken agreements.
a forbidden call to the stars,
a plea to bring back what once was.

maybe this is the time everything works