Four SeasonsFour Seasons.
I want to see them all in a day.
I want to see Autumn,
I cannot be if the leaves don't fly
and fall to Earth.
I want to see Winter,
I cannot be without the caress of fire
in the wild cold.
I want to see Summer,
I cannot be without the long, hot days
as round as a watermelon.
I want to see your eyes,
I don't want to sleep if you're not looking at me:
I'd give up Spring
for you to keep on looking at me.
MuteI made love to you one nightMute4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and came back feeling as beaten
as the bus I sat in.
I held on to the frayed seat,
the weight of remorse
bearing down on me.
Staring out the window,
I felt my fingers numb.
Hidden away like a dreadful sin,
I still wait for you.
Come, suck the sweetness out of me.
Drink me, be sated.
Today, you celebrate your anniversary;
and my weakness.
If you wish to write a poemgo to your father, tell him thisIf you wish to write a poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is painful, you should leave, we should stay
in the Mississippi- the fish get tired quicker
elsewhere.Write a letter to your first grade
teacher, say i lied, i really did
Steal from the girl
with two ponies and i'm
glad i did and then let you
Teach me about god. Its greater without another
syllable but goddammit that was grief,and i respect you
for your innocence. Write to your teenage self
Stop babies ahead but no don't
fuck around.When you want to write a poem
become a month of harvest instead.Write to yourself
for every letterbox you fruitlessly dissected in your teens,
for how you rea
Notebook scribbles - 1My wandering mind rests in your eyes,Notebook scribbles - 14 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
trying in vain to understand.
One brief second, and it goes insane.
The thoughts are lost in all its vastness.
They have no connection and make no sense, but
they are plenty.
Plenty enough to keep me going, through all this madness.
The portal between the mind and eyes
is now but a thin line, as vague as it is unseen.
The mind is unaware of what the eyes convey.
The eyes fail to convey the message in yours.
I wish to tell you that it's me and not you,
but my being fails to comprehend.
All that is said now is nothing.
I let it be, for there really is nothing to say.