"mintues" poems
maybe i should visit you
in that frozen wasteland
where you've waited
all these years for
warmth and spring.
or maybe i should visit
our garden of flowers.
alone i'd lay down
on the grass,
ignoring the flowers
that beckon brightly,
desperate to be
remembered.
i'd close my eyes to
feel the soft whispers
of wind on my cheek;
words winding their way
in-between the twisting
air to replicate what
you gently spoke
lying on the
gentle earth,
both eons and
mintues
ago.
*how are you doing?
just maybe, could you stay?
could you be my companion?
can we stay here for life?
or at least until
tomorrow?*
the steady calm of night would surely
coat the ground with its coolness.
but i am fast asleep. brought
under to only wonder
when it was
i lost my winter
coat.
Feb 16, 2022
Feb 16, 2022 at 12:27 AM UTC
VOICES
To hear ancient music in the pines
or the bright moon speaking on
a cold, wild night.
Voices flow with song and speed,
loud as a busy highway, soft
as transparent air.
Vine leaves speak in whispers,
palm fronds shout their struggles
with the wind.I eavesdrop on
the gossip of the waves as
the blue hush of dawn fills
the morning sky and gulls
recite their own mournful hymns.
So many voices translate
mintues into hours, hours
into days. So many messages
passed on in time’s quiet
mystery, and the language
of heart whispers its own
gentle secrets.
Oct 12, 2023
Oct 12, 2023 at 7:31 AM UTC
I used to think that loving someone meant:
Loving them despite their flaws,
loving their body,
loving their eyes,
loving the way their lips move when they speak.
You saw them and loved the thing
they call a body.
I used to believe in love at first sight,
knowing right away,
when you saw someone,
that your souls were meant to mingle
as were your lives.
I used to believe you’d love someone fully
from that first moment.
That through the lens of your love
they would be perfect,
and your love would be all the stronger for it.
Now I know what loving is.
When I first met you
I knew you were dismissive
by your disregard for your appearance.
I saw your birthmark
and your imperfect teeth.
And judged you for it.
I heard your awkward laugh,
And your dismissal of things
that I thought
were important.
And I thought you were foolish and disdainful.
Your body was like those birds which stand
above the water they fish in,
and it was funny.
But we braved trials together.
And I began to know you,
to really see you.
I learned what it meant when you said,
“Eh.”
I learned your handwriting and the way you eat.
Ketchup. Everything drowning in
ketchup.
I saw you.
And before I knew it, I loved you too.
I didn’t see your birthmark.
I loved making you laugh.
I thought it was funny
and endearing
watching you fold yourself
into a Chevy S10.
In other words,
a tiny red truck,
for the layman.
We passed each other notes,
like kids.
We argued,
all
the
time.
Now we
“discuss.”
We eat at the same diner
every
day.
The waitress brings our drinks
right when we sit down
but not menus.
We sit and don’t talk, for hours.
in the diner, on the couch.
But
in the car
while you drive, because you love to drive
(especially in the snow),
sometimes I think you talk
just to fill
t h e s p a c e.
We drive thirty mintues
to go to Olive Garden
on a Sunday.
In a blizzard.
The waitress gave us nine mints.
(So it was worth it.)
You texted me
(at 2am)
when your brother-in-law left your sister.
and you asked
me
what to do.
When I fall asleep in the car
to a ‘patriot’ radio station
you drive slowly
so I’m not disturbed.
You are ridiculous.
And I have also become ridiculous.
Half of what I say,
are our jokes.
So none of it makes sense
to anyone else.
The same words fall from our lips
at the same time.
My hand is your hand
and now your thoughts are my thoughts
and we are sameness.
I think I know now what love is.
It’s not despite.
It’s not instead.
It’s not because of.
It’s seeing and accepting those flaws.
Until you don’t see them anymore.
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 11:38 AM UTC
my throat was kinda dry.
my eyes blinked back grief
and "so soon"
seemed to be the only thing I could stammer out of the ocassion.
you were sad.
I knew it,
I could tell.
the hollow, casual sound of your voice
"no big deal
it doesn't change anything"
I guess I didn't brace myself well enough
Thats why everything crashed down on my head
we were crashing together.
so I was slow to pick up the pieces of your wreckage
and I had no clue what to do with mine.
I could'nt lose myself though
through the one-by-one pain
of having to say "keep in touch" to all your close friends
in such a short time span
I think you deserved to find me.
3 mintues on the phone
20 minutes until you leave
the broken face of your watch staring back at me
why would'nt it slow down for us?
rewind and take us back to our friends house
green grass, laughing, and kissing
things don't ever work that way though
You can only deal with it
and walk the rest of the miles when you crash
about 41 miles and 66 km
its not that bad love
just promise you'll wait for me
and won't mind my blisters when I get there.
.
Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 9:46 PM UTC
Centuries stretch into decades
Decades crumble to years
Years dilute to months
Months spoil to weeks
Weeks transform to days
Days pass through hours
Hours scramble to minutes
Mintues fall onto seconds
And it goes and goes
With a logramthic speed
While I stand still
To contort some truth:
Man made measurments meticulously made
May mark mere moments
But
With words witheld within
Wallowing waves wash white, "whys?"
Away.
And...
I speak in riddles as I should
When faced with nothing
But left with the word "could?"
Could of? Of course. Could I? Yes.
I could do anything, definitely
But no I would never
It is a hopless endeavor
And death ushers who it will
And brings their heart to a still
As we all look to how old
To comfort us
From death's hold
For his grip is unrelenting, arbitary, overreaching and perpetual
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 1:38 PM UTC
Every time it's late in the night, and I go to check the time
It's 9:23...
When it's the last thing on my mind, and I'm scribbling down my rhymes
It's 9:23...
Even when I'm exploring the stores to buy something, my receipt..
Reads 9.23...
When I ask when their birthday or anniversary is... My heart leaps
Most of the time, they say "9/23..."
While I'm in the car with my family, and a car passes by at the speed of the law...
Somewhere on the Licence plate, it says "923..."
When I press pause on a you tube video, and I go back to hit play... somehow it's paused...
At 9:23...
When it's early in the morning, and I go to turn my phone on to see the hour and mintues...
It reads 9:23...
When my friends are spamming randomly in emails, and numbers reach their limit...
9.23 is always in there...
Heck even when I have lost sense of time, and i'm having too much fun to care, and I ask what time it is...
They answer "9:23..."
Lastly... When I am doing Statistics in School, one of the answers on the list...
Is 923...
So I ask you... Why are you following me? You have haunted me enough for many years. Is it fate? Is it a clue? Is it an answer? I may never know. But please, whatever your reason is... please have it be a good one.
(I JUST realized... This is the 23rd poem I posted...)
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 9:46 AM UTC
Your first time here
Lines are short
Almost your turn
Mintues pass
Your turn arrives
Heart pounding
Eyes wide
Mind racing
Fear rising
It begins
Slowly you move
Up and up and up
You go
As you think that you are about to stop
You move
fast and faster
More quickly than your heart can keep up
Screams are released
Arms are waiving
Eyes
open or shut?
Shut, too scared
Open, you know what's next
A **** here
A stomach drop there
The end appears
A halting stop
To a slow finish
A smile begins to form
Heart still racing
Ready for round two
Ready for more
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 7:02 PM UTC
For 11 mintues there was silence.
No twitter rants no name calling tweets.
No fake nothing.
For 11 mintues the world was safe from trump tweets.
Wishing I could see the look on his face.
The world was free for 11 mintues.
#11mintues
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 7:20 AM UTC
She wanna text
Phone ***
Been 75 + days
Imagination keeps us going, snapchat, bitmojis, custom stickers and ****
I never sweat it though
Because I know,
I can get her wet
And I can make her laugh
And I'm the person she facetimes when she's in the bubble bath
So even from a distance,
Still gotta be consistent.
You know how it goes though
Even when we were at campus we worlds a part at times and we both know.
Not in another country but that distance stretch for miles
30 mintues out turned into 2 hours and a bit
Sometimes we question if it's worth it
Pros and cons , convinces us that this might be legit.
So we'll snap and text for another 75+ days
if we have to
So be it close together or spaced apart
Locked down, isolated quarantined,
or, close together, sharing a breath, chest to chest, heart to heart
Love lives here and besides we've got to settle the bill
Love is an infection a virus can't ****
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 8:42 PM UTC