what you are to me
a plethora of vague ideas
wrapped up in obscurity
a fantasy I’ve latched onto
like a leech in a black lagoon
while you sink
deeper and deeper
and you say I don’t have a way
with words, but if, probably
you tried to listen
you’d hear the whispering winds
and what more is there to say?
to be young again
grasping for love like our lives
depended on it
You are the moon,
and though I may only be your passing phase,
I will be back in 28 days.
A man was in a bad mood
and took to the forest
to have a fit
he screamed, “I hate you!”
and a tree replied,
“Please, sir,
don’t bark at me…
what is the matter?”
the man, never hearing a tree speak,
was so scared that he chopped it down
in one fell swoop, and ran away.
the poor tree,
only hoping to make a friend,
was stumped.
Autumn came,
and the leaf said to the tree
“I’m Falling for you!”
to which the tree replied,
“Good,
because I wood never leaf you.”
immeasurable sadness
courses through my veins like blood
making me too cold at night
and, as always,
I am lacking in the sweater department
your happiness lies in
the pink tint to the sun-sinking sky,
the dewy grass in the morning lawns
the old books with star-crossed lovers,
and the old movies with
broken, black and white hearts
your happiness lies in your mothers tarnished silver
and strings of pearls and wooden beads,
your happiness lies in unfinished paintings,
and the marshes’ sandy dunes and reeds
your happiness lies inside of you,
and dies inside of anyone else
for if you bestow your happiness within another life
you surrender control and lose yourself
ideas, like seeds,
cross your mind and can blossom
into something as beautiful
as a springtime flower.
but a bad idea,
a bad idea is poison.
once it’s there you can’t get rid of it
and it grows and grows,
multiplying like weeds,
killing anything good that once graced
your rolling plains
and the only way to kill it,
is to kill everything
if you think you are
tired now, wait till you’re dead-
that’s a real killer.
I want to make waves
in the ocean of your heart’s wrath
and wade in the shallows
while your love ripples over my
toes
so many other wish to tame you,
contain you,
miscalculating your power,
underestimating the havoc you can bring.
maybe, somewhere deep down-
fearing you
I have no fear
for the sparkling sand
has never fought the pull of the tide.
nor have I,
nor will I
