My First DateNervously sitting in the theater chair,My First Date7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Holding my popcorn not knowing what else to do.
Sitting here, awkwardly looking beside me, at you.
I'm still new to this whole dating scene;
My stomach fills with butterflies...Or perhaps that's my spleen.
I never did well at anatomy; all I know is I'm scared
How do I act? How do I know if you care?
You look at me and smile in that side-way grin of yours
But I look away, bashful, and instead admire the floor.
Look at all the popcorn and trashwho cleaned?
When is the movie going to start? Oh wait, it's not even six-thirty.
simple remindersThey are asking me to describe you, again,simple reminders6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And like before, the words hang desperately
against my tongue. I spurt and splutter like a fountain
in a barren Alaska, still frozen, not quite thawed.
Uncharted terrain near unpredictable waters,
open to discoveries and exploration, yet unsure
of the ice possibly hidden beneath the snow.
[why do their eyes have to be so judgmental?]
Days seem much longer when there is some(one)thing missing.
How does one describe the sensation of breathing without
the use of suffocation? How does one color the mind with touches
of heaven to those who have never experienced clouds in their hands?
Have you touched fog? It's like embracing a ghostwhirling about
you with a phantom-like sensuality.
MissingFrom mountains covered in a whimsical dusting,Missing6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Across rapids which thundered louder than the heart,
Where a voice gets lost within the depth of a canyon,
I searched for a missing part.
My eyes have seen beyond their years,
Words of wisdom have flown off my tongue,
A child-like joy has remained in my actions,
As I traveled to discover the one:
Excuse me, sir. Have you seen this man?
He's about this tall, with eyes that shine
with some secretive joy unknown to all,
and I hope to someday claim it as mine.
He captures the sun with his smile,
Even the stars seem to glisten with a closer look,
admiring this dreaming gem of the earth,
a character who seemingly leaped from a book.
I bet he writes poetry in the dimness of his room.
Scribbles little notes to a loverperhaps to me too?
Maybe he's searching for me, just as I search for him.
Have you seen him kind sir? Have you?
A man with a longing in his heart,
Like he carries a burden, but continues to stand tall.
A twitch of his lips state
The End of A Wandering HeartSpellbound yet twisted amongst the stars;The End of A Wandering Heart7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Branches curved away,I sink to glance up
Upon a knoll, under the tree of dreams,
Yet the wind whispers: never what it seems.
Lost to the night unspoken drifts,
The further apart to another place.
Don't let go, I hear them say
Yet I walk the distance another way.
Though the stars twinkle, they never speak
Shaded away, yet still seeking their gaze,
Who knows what dangers lurk? I hide away,
In the shadows, I currently remain.
Don't find me, but secretly I hope,
A helping hand will be found.
And so I search even though I say no