Words
I never know what to say to you
You know just how to grasp my tongue
And pull my voice box from my throat
And take the very breath from my lungs
Feelings
I look up into the sky and see no clouds;
I wish there were clouds to see.
But the nighttime always bursts with stars
As pretty as stars could be.
I feel the sand ‘neath my bare feet
And the warmth of the sun on my back.
I walk by myself atop rocks that I love
And waltz down the off beaten track.
I smell the ocean and am reminded of
The scents of salt and breeze.
The soft wind lightly whips at
My hair and my chemise.
I taste the salt water on my tongue
And wish you were here with me.
We could be chatting, holding hands,
Or sharing a beverage or three
I hear the waves crash along the beach.
A familiar voice penetrates my ear.
I turn around. Could it really be you?
But the sea against shore is the only sound I hear.
I can’t see you
I feel you’re here
I can’t smell the ocean anymore
I thirst for you
And I hear your voice
I can’t get you out of my head
To: You, Love: Me
You’ll do great things,
I know you’ll go far!
You’ll have a great fling
Cause that’s who you are.
Don’t let anyone tell you
That you aren’t great at all.
Just make sure you’re you
Spunky, charming, and tall.
If they tell you you’re worthless,
It’s the biggest lie in the world.
Be sure that you know this,
And keep moving forward!
I know you’ll be great.
You’ll be the best you can be!
It’s not up to fate,
You can take that from me.
So do what you do
And strive for the best.
You’ll be the one who’s
Different from the rest.
Ten ballerinas
Under the limelight of a
Small stage take a bow
Fingers dance across keys
Gracefully like the ballerinas they are.
Their memory does not fade
With eyes closed they know the steps.
The bounds that they jump
Know no limits except
When breathing quickens
And they forget which foot comes next.
Flustered, they try to regain their composure
As they trip over one another.
They are unsure of the numbre
And continue to press on blindly.
The stage becomes smaller under their feet
And they are put under the spotlight.
Unorganized, and unaware of the darkness
Of the audience, they bow
An Olfactory Perception of Sweetness
I want to lie with you.
Just lie,
With our hands entertwined,
And my face in your neck.
I want to feel your heartbeat.
Beating ‘neath my hand,
And my breath against your neck
Would cadence with your heart.
Time
Life’s hour is a flower,
We were all born to wilt away.
Whether it be picked or plucked,
We will wither like the petals.
Life grows old and waxes cold
To fade away with the mourning dew.
The brevity, the beauty,
Are gems within a treasure chest.
Life can be spent or unkempt,
The rose bush has yet to be pruned.
As it grows, the flower glows
Hoping to be pressed between pages.
Steve
There once was a chinchilla named Steve.
He lived up inside of my sleeve.
But when I look back,
I know I had cats,
And wondered when ever they’d leave.
The cats were a crimson orange
Similar to that of my door hinge
That turned like the hands
Of a clock, just like fans
They were from the mountain of Borange.
My chinchilla named Steve was a bore.
His father ran into a door
That possessed a similar
Hinge, sound familiar?
He looked like a cat from the store.
Mount Borange was where the store was.
A shack that was missing the latest buzz.
It had lots of critters
That gave me the jitters,
So I stuck with the cats that had fuzz.
Steve came a little bit later,
After Br0 became the first waiter
At a cafe called Pete’s,
There was a girl he meets
Who gave Steve to my Br0 later.
I had to rescue the poor creature
Or else he’d make him eat freacher!
I had to help Steve,
But to my relief,
He then gave him to my preacher.
My preacher, a tall burly person,
One day was preaching a sermon,
About loving and care,
Adopting a bear,
And how to stop much of the cursin’
After the sermon he gave to me
An animal I would love, you see,
A white chinchilla,
Just like a tortilla,
That was softer than the softest kitty.
I named him Steve that evening
After the bread I was leavening
Had risen a bit.
I had thrown a fit
After my mother’s reasoning.
She told me I couldn’t keep him,
And even to my very last whim,
I wanted to cry,
I let out a sigh,
And hid him in my laundry bin.
And that is how I got my pet.
The best of them all and even yet,
I can’t even fathom
The deepest dank chasm
That has eaten my highest bet.
So now Steve lives inside of my clothes
They’re spread out within my closet rows.
He hides in my sleeves,
My chinchilla, my Steve,
My brother, my Steve, he loathes.
Reminiscing
When I start to think in silence,
I remember the past
I sigh at the things I wish to know.
And old sadness wastes my time.
But my eyes steam with tears.
No friends close can be found.
I weep for and ended love
And grieve your vanished sight
And lament and precious tears
And heavily distress
These account on my crest,
Almost as if I’ve never cried before.
But I think of you
My troubles vanish and my sadness ceases.
A Life Past Lived
When life and luck are bad,
I cry over myself to sleep for being an outcast.
My tears fill up and flood the heavens.
I see myself and curse the day I was born.
I wish I had more hope,
Like he who has more hope than I.
I want his art and his look,
But what I enjoy never happens
I hate myself and my thoughts alike.
But I think of you and I am overwhelmed with joy.
(Like a bird to dawn’s break
From the earth) sings songs like angels.
The remembrance of your love brings wealth.
But then I hate to change myself to each royalty
Wishing
I wish I could go back to those days
Where we were kids again,
And hold you close and tell you again,
That you were the one to care for me.
I wish I could go back to that day
Where I saw you for the very last time,
And tell you to look both ways before
You crossed the street and walked away.
I wish I could go back to those times
Where you would laugh at when
I tripped and fell and you would then
Pick me up and smile at my misfortune.
I wish I could go back to that moment
When I saw you for the very last time,
Before our depart and before the car,
Before my life fell apart like clay.
I wish I could just tell you again
That I loved you so, and that I
Wanted you to be safe. Always
And forever to be safe.
I wish I had told you sooner.
I wish the driver were sober.
I wish I could turn back time.
I wish you knew,
I wish we all knew.
Then maybe you wouldn’t have gone to the park that day.
Maybe we all would have grown up together.
Maybe then we would have been best friends.
Maybe, maybe, maybe..
Sometimes I wish that I never met you,
Lest we both go through the pain.
I’m sorry to ever have bothered you,
It’s just that you were a person to be bothered.
I miss you,
I love you,
I wait for the day when we meet agin.
I hope, I wish, we’ll meet again.
