Once upon a dainty hill
sat old castle of a young king
not busied by ***** thrills
but in the realm, fair Muse did sing

sorry as such
to trouble you sire
but farmer, lady and great squire
are, unto you, to enquire
how it is the sun makes such fire

to this the young king
furrowed his brow
and scratched his chin
and pondered how

eight days did pass
and woe betide
the pressing question
found no bride

the elders of the castle old
let fairy tales of disorder unfold

a great dragon they say
lit the sun
after finding itself lost
and on the run
from a shadow giant
of world unseen

but the tales of course
were all but dreams.

A little voice
filled the air
with light and weightless
soulful flair

a blacksmith's girl
of simple dress

excuse me sir
i must confess
this minor stir
has caused me stress

the young king bade her speak
and with that, the child weak
stood atop a wonky box
with certain eyes and wavy locks

dear people
i now must say
that it is on this cold and fateful day
my mind has led to such dismay

as I have learned to trust none of you.

I slide into your eyes, and wonder just how long you will permit me to stay there.
Your pupils trace the bases of
Craving
Braving across my face
And I wonder if you can feel the pace in which the taste of you runs through the recollection section of my dome
And I wonder if the flare behind the glare of your stare is enough to slide you
Home.

I wish I was thinner,
and I wish I ate dinner.
I wish that it didn’t smell
like peanut butter in here.

I wish she’d stop talking.
Or at least stop stalking
outside of my door.
I’m so sick of her voice.

I wish I could sleep.
And I wish he would creep
in my bed and lay with me.
But he won’t.

I wish he would call
Or acknowledge me at all.
I wish I didn’t care.
Cuz he’s not that cute.

I wish I didn’t blame myself
for things that I can’t help.
Like not being thin,
and the loud girl outside my door.

And the fact that he doesn’t like me...

I do not regret the summer spent
caring for a flower
which would eventually wither
without trace of ever having blossomed.
It had its sunrises and sunsets.
That's enough.

Thoughts, that's all I have
That's all I am
They move through my
brain like a car on a freeway
Sometimes I just want
to set up a construction
sign Block out the traffic.
My mind jumps like a
grasshopper from one
subject to the next. My
thoughts are scattered
like lake effect snow
falling from the sky.
Why do I Keep writing
them down? It's not like
the thoughts are
attached and make for
a beautiful thoughtful
poem. I keep trying to
convey my thoughts into
something brought
together with beautiful
imagery or with deeper
meaning. That's what
consumes me. I must perfect
my poetry. Make something
out of nothing. Attention
is not what I seek I just
want you to take a peek.
This is who I am. Making
a masterpiece with words is
what I feel I need to succeed .
Making something worthwhile
and not fade away like
another boring meaningless
day. Catching dust like some
old textbook no one cares about
anymore. Here I am breaking
the dam and here now the
thoughts they are flooding,
flooding drowning me. Drowning
deep deep down within the
blue sea? Like that hasn't been
done before. For obviously
this creative way to put my
thoughts together has become
such a big chore. For if you only
knew for these thoughts
are so hard to ignore

am i to think
i am the only
one who finds
sharing bodies
to be sacred or
was that lost
am I just

dreaming.

As I stood there in the ocean
it was as if the current were moving me,
and if I held real still
and closed my eyes,
it was if I could feel the earth moving beneath my feet.
Eyes shut tight,
I could understand why people did such things
as jumping from an airplane, or leaping through fire, or battling tigers
or fall in love.
I could understand why people smiled and laugh and danced
and lived.
The waves crashed up against me
strong enough to take me away,
and I realized there will always be forces that are stronger than you and I.
But as you came to stand beside me
and you, too closed your eyes,
I knew I could jump from an airplane, leap through fire, battle tigers, fall in love, smile, laugh, dance,
live.
There will always be forces greater than you and I,
but you held my hand and kept me upright as the waves bashed against us,
and that's all that matters.