Your Love Poem

This was not written by me.

I was 16 when you first told me you lo9ved me and sure,
I played it cool but when I excused myself for the bathroom later,
Oh, boy, you better believe I did the happy dance like never before.
I was a child when we first made love,
awkward and fumbling over each other's bodies in the dark,
and after it was over I lay with my head on your chest thinking
"Oh, boy, I'll never love like this again."

Oh, boy, your "gentle let down" pulled the carpet from under my feet,
and oh, boy, when I hit the ground
I hit it hard, gasping for air as I lay motionless,
crying hysterically without making a sound.

Well it's been two years and sure, I saw another boy,
And yes, I was "in love",
And God knows breaking up is never easy but
Oh, boy, you're back and no,
I don't write poetry but those butterflies from years ago,
well they never went away,
just rested, warm in their cocoons,
hibernating in the memory of your warmth.

Oh, boy, I don't write poetry,
but when you kiss me,
I'd like to try, and when you tell me you love me,
those butterflies awaken, evolved, and
beating their massive wings they
soar to heights I never imagined,
carrying me away without my consent.

This is for you.
I tried to write you a love poem,
but oh, boy,
with my head on your chest, I think
no words could compare to the beating of your heart.
I don't know words for this,
I forget them, fumble over them,
and the three I'd like to use are not enough.

- - Anonymous

Haze

No rain, sleet or snow today, but clouds upon clouds upon clouds. I can hear my mind sigh while I stare out the window at the endless grey. Why I am heartsick, I do not know. My bones ache from the humidity and cold air. Why must these days be so depressing? I feel like mother nature is spiting me for living in such a technological world. Computers, cell phones, hair dye, tanning salons. Everything you could imagine that is totally unnatural. That is the world I live in. Not a world of natural beauty, but rather, a world of concrete and glass and steel. I do not see the haze as it would be, I see it through a mocking pane of irony. I never want to take it down, ever. I'll just leave it there for as long as I possibly can so that I can appreciate it and never forget that I had it. I never want to forget the way I felt then, I'll always remember. And that may be hindering my abilities, but I don't care. I loved it, until it was taken away from me. But even then I loved it, I still love it, and I never wanted to lose it. But it was not my choice. I wish it was, because it never would have ended. Never.

Rose Morbid

Squares.
Rose granite squares.
Uniformly aligned in the soul-sealed structure,
Encompassing an indoor garden, and
Encompassed by bloomless pachysandra.
North: Armstrong
South: O’Malley
East: Bergman
West: Evancie
Carnations fall,
Not to the grave,
But to the ground underneath it.

A cracked square allows a spirit to float free,
And leave the prison of purgatory.
Whether that be a blessing or a curse,
Only it will know.
For now,
Stuck in a cubic hell.

AC

Wait.
Watch.
Look how twisting compresses
And molecules collect.
Then,
Release the hounds.
There is the tangible form
Of what you couldn’t see.
The energy leaves,
No,
Stays. No,
Leaves.

Shh, listen.
The warmth is gone.

Vortex

Hexagonal shapes on an oversized eye
Keep you from looking to close at a fly.
Concave panes do the same for mine.

Holes in a roof make you want to repair
To keep from the cold, damp, unloving air.
That’s not why the ones in my skin are there.

Makeup on stage is meant to attract.
Pay close attention to those who act.
Outside the theater, this is not a fact.

Tattered boots must mean she’s poor,
Probably because she married that moor.
Shut up, turn around, and walk out my door.

Verbena

The tree bears fruit.
Sun-warmed rind ripens at the break of day,
Awaiting the nomial call from the voice in the sky.
Orange, it says.

Waiting and waiting,
The orange grows tired and bored of its tree,
Until the snake comes along,
Bites away its stem,
And carries it to a beautiful young lady.

Curious, she happily peels away and eats,
Then shares it with a man,

Then skies turn grey,
And faces are somber,
All due to a misunderstanding.

Guilt-ridden rinds cover the earth.