I want to rip off your logic
and make passionate sense to you.
I want to ride in the swing of your hips.
My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks,
blazing your limbs into parts of speech.
I’m beating a dead horse
Watching you make my same mistake
You’ll fight me every step
But I’ve already walked here
These are my footsteps
These are my stumbles, my failures, my falls.
Still you say I have no idea
I want to warn you about the next few steps
But you say I’m wrong
I want to make you aware and open your eyes
But you say I’m blinded
I may have no idea, but you’re stumbling now
I may be wrong but you’re failing
I’m blinded but you can’t even see the mistake you’re making
I could walk the other way,
Let you walk alone
But I never wanted to be
So we’ll walk together, yet alone
I need a laugh
I need a smile
So please won’t you
Just relax for a while
I miss the sunshine
And I don’t miss the rain
I missed the love
I didn’t miss the pain
So why did we have to come back to this again
Couldn’t it have been avoided
Couldn’t we have done without the game
Because I miss the happy
And I miss the fun
Why would my need for friendship
Mean we have to be done
I didn’t want to drive you away
Or make you think the worst
But I needed a friend
I guess you needed a curse
I think in the end
We all just needed to be first
Your voice echoed in the empty prisms of my mind
I hadn’t heard that sound in so long
Why even now does it affect me so?
Even if the notion is so wrong
I want to move forward but the pages won’t turn
Your voice once made the butterflies dance
Now it just brings sickness and sorrow
You speak truths I can’t bare to hear
You tell stories of a world that breaks my heart
I want no more of this
Please, let’s be quiet a moment
I want to bask in the faint gleam of hopefulness
I miss standing on the shore line beside you.
Old friend, where have you gone?
I miss your presence, your life
And now it seems wrong
You were once so dear to me and now you’re just a passing memory
Why did all of this cause you to see the worst in me?
a poem about being lost
The irony wasn’t lost.
I carried you until my back and legs were sore.
You stayed on me as if you were the koala climbing his favorite tree.
I understood the need for security, shelter, and comfort.
But when my limbs began to break and my roots began to come out, you held tighter, hoping I wouldn’t timber.
Now my limbs are scattered and my roots won’t go back into the floor.
I am but a leaf in the wind and you can climb on me no more.
If the moonlight would reveal a truth, I’d hope it’d shine your face.
No other smile could out do you in this whole place.
I’d search the earth and see those eyes,
But if none were yours, my darling,
They’d only be lies.
Your lips speak volumes,
Your eyes speak truths,
Your heart speaks love
And your soul speaks
I want nothing more than to be by your side
As if the moonlight could grant me that wish
I’d ask for nothing more than to hold your hand again
Because it is this one thing I miss
Tell me stories and let’s laugh about those who pass and stare
We won’t notice that the world looks on
Your hand in mine
That’s all that I care.
One of the loudest times of your life, but once it’s done it’ll be so quiet, you’d give anything to hear some comforting noise again. But it’s silent and red pours onto those seats you spent months trying so hard to clean. Guess that’s a lost cause. You see the police lights and worried onlookers. Your car hung from the overpass and all they could say was that you died on impact. In such a brief moment, life is lived, life is not. You’re memory will not be forgot. Your car caught fire. They couldn’t save you in time. My memory of you is dim, but it will have to do. I’d never felt better than when I was with you. All the while, I’ll savor it. It’s all I have and so were you.