I know you’re not perfect
Nobody can be
But that don’t mean
You’re not right for me
It’s a lot to expect
Pressure most likely
But you might regret
If you don’t try to see
But the fact that you’re tepid
Is how you should be
If you had no fear
I couldn’t believe
You felt it importantly

You're a ladder without rungs
A bagpipe player with no lungs
You're a car that's lacking brakes
An actor who needs fifty takes
Hot cocoa on a summer day
When ice cream was the better play
You're the guy who's always late
You like to make others wait
I suppose maybe some will
Those who have a void to fill

You want to know
If you hurt my soul
If I sit and pine for you
Not sure why you're asking
Or why you care
Cuz I know you don't pine for me too
At least not in a normal way
Where you miss and long and wish to stay
You are such an attention queen
You want me to write you poetry
It seems to be
That you only like immortal me

Desire cares not about right or wrong
It don’t give a **** if you wait far too long
Desire will keep you guessing and unsure
It will invite you onto the porch and not open the door
Desire sits in your stomach like a stone
It will introduce you to friends
And you’ll still feel alone
Desire will cause you to obsess
So many options ignored for one best
Desire will bring you down to the well
Dying of thirst
A whole new Hell
Unable to swallow
Throat sore and swelled
Thirst
The worst
When it will end
No one can tell

We're all just hoping to tingle some souls
Jingle some booties
And hit a few goals
Get through life with bowel controls
And avoid tarnishing our souls
Do tingles tarnish?

Nobody knows

You’re probably right
That we’re not “right”
I’m not exactly the faithful type
I’ve been not good to a good man  
Now he’s a beloved friend
I’ve done *****
To every one of them
But they’d probably choose
To love me like that again
Maybe change a few
Moments
But I’d probably choose
To love them again
Too
I believe that’s a promise I can make to you
Mutual respect
Whether or not we see it through
It could last a week
What I see
And what I learn
It would be worth
The burn
If it ever got hot
And a true love ain’t what we got
What it be is still worthy
Even if it be not

It’s not over
Though it should be
It may be finished for you
But it’s not over for me
For now
I sit back silently
Watching, wondering
What will be
It’s still a prison
Even after I set myself free
I’m locked in this cage
Mentally

Maybe you're a wizard at self-promotion
Or you think you are
I can't tell how others view you
But they can't help but attend to
YOU  
There YOU are
YOU
With yet another irrelevant
Comment
Pushing the product of you
You pushing you
You have no crew
To speak of
We must assume
But you are a wizard
The legends have all sold some crap
Of wise and kind, endearing chap
That's the presumption
They're employing
But common sense tells me
Wizards are annoying

You say you're apathetic
Yet you stress every detail
You say he's not your type
Yet you stalk him without fail
You say you're hard at work
When you're no where near dirt
And according to you
You always win
And you wonder why
No one wants to play again
When you know **** well
You cheat to win

I admire your dedication to your beliefs
I think your beliefs are dated
And ridiculous
But I admire your dedication
Nonetheless
Perhaps you should admire
Me
For not sinning
Even though I don’t believe

The mind plays tricks
Says what it doesn’t mean
When it meant it at the time
Writers have to see their mind
One moment
Splayed out
Never to grow
Stuck in time
Snapshot of the mind

I want to like you
You seem decent enough
But stuck
You use *** as a mask
To hide everything else
While gaining cheap attention for yourself
Can’t say I really blame you
For acting how most young girls do
I should probably blame me more
For expecting different from you

I really miss that man who blocked me
He had a reason
With no rhyme
And that **** *****
Every time
He was right for doing so
Though
Lessons learned too late
It was for something I should already know
I am responsible for that unfortunate twist of fate
Handed down by a man more loyal than I
Punishment for my wandering eye
And talking about what I saw
He was right to kick me out
I broke a cardinal law
Between he and I
He brought near perfection
And I brought the fatal flaw

So many songs
I gotta disassociate
From what they used to mean
Happy tunes
Somehow turned blue
Letting go of you
Hopefully
They will remind me
Of somebody new
Soon

How does one put on the brakes
When they desperately want to RUN?
How does one hold back the tide
When on it’s waves one longs to ride?
How does one
Block out an unreliable sun?
Don’t relegate oneself
To the shade
Take it in small doses
Hurry up and learn
Suns have the potential to burn

I shot myself in the foot
With all those love poems
Written for someone who didn’t read ‘em
Plastered them here and other places
Write in everyones’ faces
Alright
And now
It didn’t work out
And anyone else I catch feelings for
Is gonna see this whole lovesick score
Written by me
To some other man
Maybe I’ll write for him, too
But I’ve already said every
Romantic thing I could say
And the next one who comes my way
Is gonna get some hand-me-down
Watered down
Version of something I already said
About loving someone else until I was dead
And I’ll never get him out of my head
But, now he is fading
A new one will come soon
(I hope)
And I’ve already promised those stars and that moon
To the one who used to make me swoon
Will I be singing the same tune?
I hope it will sound new
And not like “Love Poems,
Slightly revised version, Two”

They say there's no accounting for taste
It's never been so clear
Everywhere I look
There's some ******* there
Not ******* that
Some ******* out
It's not the sweep-up kind
It's some *******
Some human brought in
And we act like we don't mind
In fact, as it stands
I seem to find
******* intoxicating
Sometime today, I'll bet
I'll give *******
An over-rating
And people will say
"That's *******,"
And I'll say
"They're all just hating"
I got *******, so do you
And through it we're all wading

Popular opinion
Indicates that or this
But people are stupid
And blind to what they
Intentionally miss

I’d be a better poet
If I thought like an adult
But maybe that’s
Just a lie I tell myself
Maybe I think just fine
And I’ll be a better poet
With practice and time

In my imagination
You like all the right music
You love to play pinball and pool
You're more concerned with doing the right thing
Than being thought for a fool
You'll always be ready
For what the day comes
With an adventurous flair
All I know is wherever you are
I sure can't wait to get there

Reading your poems
Made me figure you for
A boy of about sixteen
Imagine my surprise to
Find you’re a man who’s
Sixty three
At first I **** my teeth and think
“This dope is immature”
But being a romantic dreamer
Has a sweet and hopeful allure
So do ya thang
Wrinkled *******
And bring your knowledge to it
You can probably do it way better
Than those young boys do it

Your loss, boo
Though you’ll never feel it
Missing something you never knew
Hitting me much harder than it hits you
But that don’t make the loss less true
Just because you never knew

Don't give yourself to me
It's hard enough to own myself
Don't set aside
Your precious time
For a maybe
Don't tell your friends
I'm your girl
It's unreliable
Unfortunately for you
I am not pliable

I don’t feel free to speak around you
You’ve got a regressed view
A man who ages
But never grows up
Still mentally stuck in a rut
I tolerate your presence
But you haven’t made the friendship cut
And I’d tell you all this
And exactly why
If you were the kind of guy
Who could listen to advice
But you’re not
So I will remain distant and surface nice

Look at all these men around
There’s one on the porch
Putting the mail in the box
He’s actually kind of a fox
There’s another mowing his lawn
Low pants showing the top of his moon in the morn
Here a man
There a man
Everywhere a man
Millions in this state, it’s true
So why oh why oh why oh
Why oh why oh why oh
Can’t I want any one of them
Other than you?
So **** set on on the imaginary view
When only the best will do

Is it a credit to me
That I’m not as bad as I should be?
I had it hard and didn’t crumble
Whoopie
I’d rather have had it easy

I wrote two poems
One by accident
And one through toil
One rolled out of me
Free
And easy
The other
Much like this
Was nothing but a chore
That was the one I really worked for
You'd think I'd be prouder of it
Than the one that flowed easily
But something about the power of pen and muse
Feels miraculous to me

It’s not going according to plan
It is better than
I couldn’t have hoped
When dream becomes reality
And reality even better be
Dream come true
With turbo boost
Hopefully
I still have doubts
In what I think I see
But that probably always happens
When looking at a fantasy

It’s not really love
It never was
It’s just an overblown crush
Shook in the can
Opened in front of that man
Spewing sticky sweet
“I’m your biggest fan”
And as he gets showered
With bubbles and gush
He doesn’t react much
The boy turns away
Like anyone would
Thinking “this crush spewing ***** is up to no good.”
If it was love
It wouldn’t be messy
But it might not have been as sweet
Love has nothing to prove
Nothing to move
Love is already there
I’ve gotta accept
I’ve been a fool
Claiming feelings that don’t compare
Attached to a man
Who I don’t even know
Foolish girl
To make a ghost
The center of my world
Imaginary position
Of great importance
Without even an interview
All that being said
It still feels just as true

Do you hear the footsteps pounding
Through the shopping malls?
Those stomping people should have more respect
For the sanctity of
Our new hallowed halls
Worship of things
And the cheap fast food courts
Teens milling about
In their daisy duke shorts
And nana sits and wonders why
Grampa always has something to buy

Your imaginary arms
Wrap around me
I feel you there
Always
What you would say
What you would think
I adjust accordingly
And try to live up
As I imagine you'd want me to be

Do you feel bled on?
Or vomited on?
Smelly uncomfortable
Purged onto the page
In front of you
Or is it a delicious stew
Intoxicating
Toxicly
Is that what it be?
Wish I knew
How I feel to you

Yep.  
We're all gonna die one day
It's not as profound as it seems

We all want to be profound
Reveal some hidden common ground
Search for it through words and prose
Strive to touch both nuns and hoes
That's why they keep poets around
Displayers of the common ground
Right before we tear it down
And build a tunnel underground
Or a bridge, maybe
The problem with poets
You see
Universally known

They can't leave well enough
Alone

It’s not in my destiny
To come to you
Comfortably
Neither for you
Or for me
It could be
We will never get there
We shall see

Despite the whole bunch of sad poetry
Wondering why that boy ghosted me
I’m  relatively happy
Content and living free
And even though I want to say
“Don’t pay any attention to me”
Doing so would be
An oxymoron to the whole point
Of poetry

If trees screamed out in agony
Do you think we'd cut them down?
Maybe just more quickly
But we'd probably just
Start ripping them up
Right straight from the ground.  
Until they could no longer
Make a sound
Before we proceed
To chop the trees
Piece by piece
I's before E's
Convenience and ease
Meets unbridled greed

You've never been much of a parent to me
Maybe it's too much to ask
Yet lots of people do it for free
A truly thankless task
Until you get old
And can't care for yourself
It will happen to you, too
And when it does
Please don't expect that
I'll be a parent to you

Steppin out
I suppose
But the boundaries
Belong where they are
And even though they're indistinct
I know you see them there
You want to skirt them
Push the curve
It's really a beautiful goal
But just remember
The world is not kind to
A beautiful soul

It is selfish
Really
That you want to be
The only thing he cares about
You think you've gained something
By taking everything
Away from him
Silly girl trying to play
A game you can never win

Once he starts paying attention
Again
If he ever does
He’s gonna think to himself
“****, that girl’s kinda endearing in a nutty way
But she sure writes a lot of poetry

The Gathering has thus begun
Signs are everywhere
Something magical
Created by faith
Is heavy in the air
It makes no difference
The majority
The poets have set up
The long game
So spectacularly
And in the end
It will be
The poet who tells the stories
So
We win
Already

He started off just like a dream
Perfect guy, now on my team
Smart and funny
Cute and sweet
Well-hung, too
Lots of meat
Perfect really
Just my type
But it was all just blatant hype
He had an issue with jealousy
That at first I didn't see
But his insecurity
Forced me to live in misery
For about a week or two
Pretty quickly we were through
Yet now I sit and miss the guy
He pretended to be
If only I was willing
To believe a fantasy

The motivator
Has a thankless task
Nobody wants a kick in the ***
Rolling eyes
Loud sighs
Lots of whines and whys
Poor motivator
Can't make it no more
Now jumping off
Fifth story floor

You are like a lemon drop
Make me pucker
But like a sucker
I just can't seem to stop
It's the tingly way you make me feel
Your confidence and grace
You'd be absolutely perfect
If you weren't so **** two-faced
One set of friends
Think you're a brain
With others you play dumb
When you hang out with little kids
I'll bet you **** your thumb

At first
I thought it was confidence
But now
I see
You're just too ****
Pushy
Best to push
Away from me
Because I don't push
I kick.
Ya see?

He wasn’t a mistake
He was a mis (ter)
I couldn’t take

Sometimes it's simply a lack of choice
No one has a different voice
I'm heading somewhere
And forget my destination
Halfway before I get there
I take a brain vacation
But it doesn't matter
No turns off this zig zag road
Return on some unplanned day
Think maybe I'll go that way
And I wish I had some squash
For dinner
Sometimes it's simply lack of choice

I wonder what the neighbors think
Of our
Sidewalk chalk outlines of the kids
Each kid likes to get done twice
Four little bodies outlined on the pavement
What a sight!
Do they feel they’ve encountered a
Grisly crime scene?
Probably not
Considering
The sidewalk chalk tracing is a weekly thing

There is no way to play with fire
It can be used
But not played with
Fire wants to be a tool
Not a toy