Can I please
Take the liberty
Of ringing your bell
Once
More

Ask me
And I'll tell you
I need the life
Stored within the parting
Of your lips
That I've never seen

Help me

A pure brick of gold
The head of a dragon
The tooth of a basilisk
The horn of a unicorn
A thousand dowries
A kingdom of glass
A golden paved highway
Some Picasso art
Is it simply ludacris
That all I want is your heart?

"If I die, let me die
Let him live....."
What else could I do
In a relationship
How was I to know
The output would
Exceed my input?

Maybe he will finally understand
Why saying I Love You
Took me five months

"If you can wait till I get home
Then I swear to you that we can make this last."
You never specified how long of a wait....
....it took you a month and a half.
And for what?
The end of us
was over the phone
anyways

His eyes....
He'd see a whirlwind of sheet music and splattered neon paint
His ears.....
He'd understand what I mean when I wish him well
His heart...
Would he let me in?

Down
          Down
                     dOwn
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.......wish I could ask for help from down here.....






But I'm not an attention seeker.

Just a groundling.....

I really hope you don't
take this as pushing it
But I hope you know
-in a non-weird way-
that you have someone to
turn to when things
get messy

I mean, I'm much more
of a mess than anyone has
the leisure of knowing
but if I can help someone
else clean up theirs
mine doesn't seem
so overpowering

Just the memory of you
Makes my eyes water
But is it with disgust
Or loss?

the orbs that haunt
Your very being
And will hunt your soul
In the recesses of your dream land
Until they open
And close
Silently and swiftly
And you are once more captive

If my heart knew your language
You'd already be mine

Would it be totally ludacris
If we could just
Forget ourselves
For just
One
Second....

You don't even know who you are
because you're someone
entirely different
to me

You're a montage
of music and life
experience that
echoes my own
in a slightly
scary way

If I met you
In ways contrary
to our previous meeting
I believe that my heart would overdrive
and catapult me into a serious case of
cardiac arrest that only gazing into your eyes
would even have the possibility of being able to cure

Do you know who you are?
Yes you, reading this,
do you have a clue?

Mr. Mystery...
I'm ready for you.

Just because I barely know you
doesn't mean I can escape from your eyes

How come you didn't tell me
Your lips are equipped
with defibrillators?

Haven't you noticed
that I'm not like them?
You're taken
-believe me, I know-
but she's not any different
from those you yourself
despise with your whole being

I feel things
I know how you operate
Messages portrayed through
a screen like this
mean less than spoken word
but what if I
could speak with
the pentameter of
a keyboard....

Your eyes shine brighter
that the bright white light
that emanates from my
electronic book
of wonders
yet I do not understand
how you don't
feel it too

We are both tweaked
a bit lost
and a bit lonely
Need a place
a loving face
and I think for you
I could be
the one

Knowing that he
will never love you
as much as you
love him

Can you hear me
Are these words wafting
Off the printed page
To your fallen face
Into your eccentric ears
And heating your heart?

I need to put out
My love for you

If I can't write this whole AP outline
I might die

But somehow, I can survive
months of your ignoring me

Funny, isn't it?

Even if they're in a different language
They don't mean any less
Sometimes
They mean even more

They say that poetry
Holds an inner
Fire.

Well, if you're reading this
I hope your hands
Are scalded
Beyond recognition

Don't you think
It's
Crazy

That I want to be a singer
And an actor
And a painter
And a writer
And a race car driver
And president

But I can't even be happy
With my sexuality

And it's not my fault
But yours?

I'm not afraid
Not now
Not ever
Yet

She's not a cowboy
So I can't call her my partner
But what can I call her
When all we feel like
Is machines

Twisted gears and mangled fears
Push up on us faded years
And hopefully there'll be no tears
When the truth breaks out
For a final
Last
Hurrah

Multiple Answers

Just a feeling
That's lain dormant
For three years now
You're back

Dare I summon the strength
To ask
Why?

Pages feel longer
When they mean something true
Arms feel stronger
When they are brand new
Life goes faster
When we want time to slow
But here comes disaster
And it's time for you to go

Writing songs doesn't come easily
To an unbroken heart.

Taylor understands.

A raging snowstorm
That halts the knight's quest
Author bleeds whiteout

If you can hear me
AND I KNOW you can
help me
throw me a vine
pull me out

I've asked so many times
and have received answers
made of titanium refusal
Give me a gain that I can use
to stop myself
from lighting my own fuse

To look upon the world
and no longer be
afraid

To hold a scalpel
Above the gossamer ribbon
That is the equator
And create two halves
Of a mottled looking orange

I'm so sorry
that I wrecked your car
trying to find
where the wild things are

I'm so disappointed
that my closet has a back
instead of Narnia
just some cold weather tack

I'm so hurt
that Middle Earth can't be explored
and the rolling hills
don't have little round doors

I'm so stricken
with the painful ail
that my reality
can't be my fairytale

Why is it
that someone else
got to decide this for me
instead of myself?

I killed a man with my bare fingers
his blood like satin
seeping through my jeweled nails

I bit the beating heart of a diamond
whose only wish was
to be loved like her mother never was

I cut open the heart strings
of a forlorn cello
battle worn from the field of shining lights

I made love to the curtains hanging over
your ice sharded chandelier
hoping the heat would cool my soul

I'm the friction between your silk sheets
and the picture you hang on your eyelids
I'm the breath that fogs up your bathroom mirror
and the life that you left behind

I'm all the wonders that you bury
beneath you bed to rust along with
the tired Narnian lions
and Middle Earth'bound hobbits

All your fairy tales are over
and as you descend over her
for the final time
and are close- so close-
You realize

Your fairytale
is coming
to an end

You call me a dreamer
Who's the one who says "I love you"
To a complete stranger
Every day?

He had golden eyes
Though some say they were green
They marveled and they wept
Over many a lovestruck scene

He had golden eyes
With violet titanium hue
And steely determined devotion
And love that's loyal and true.

He had golden eyes
That filched their tint from sunlight
But daydreams never do last-do they?-
And he was gone when the time wasn't right.

Would you be
Standing
With your toes
Peeping over the stone
To gaze down
At the river below
Waiting for their turn
To splash their way
To heaven or hell
-doesn't matter which-
Because if so
My job
Has been rendered
Null

Not even a question anymore
Just wondering

Do the vibrations
That are concocted
From deep within the
Silk that nestles
In my esophagus

Do they reach
Your diamond implanted
Drums of sound
That can translate
Every woolen word
Into reality?

If you loved the thought of me as much as you love the air you breathe
with the passion of a hundred lights of night fire
with the greenness of a parlor fireplace

If you waited for what is clearly yours within the skin that traps me
with the tenacity of a tigerlily
and the brutality of a butterfly

If you wanted what lies beneath the cold hard marbles beneath my eyelids
with shyness befitting a lion
and coldness that wisps from deep within the earth

If you did
why are you
so far
away

I can't even begin to remember
what your arms felt like
because they were around me
the same amount of times
as fingers on one hand

This axe in my hand is too heavy for me to lift.
Would you help me
s
   w
        i
            n
                g
                        it in the direction
                       of the tree
                        with our initials
                       scarring its lonely skin?

When the world is weary
Your problems have converted
Into a silver gold chorus
Of pots and pans

When your arms are tired
Because of the wooden
Hard grained electricity
They carry

Drop yourself
Into an armchair
Of silken iron and platinum
And drink the splendors
Of the barrier reef

I am so sorry
That I loved you
More than you could handle

Keep kissing me.......the kind of love that is unrequited keeps me going......even though yours isn't.

My mind can travel
Farther than any airplane
Any train
Any Titanic laying waste to thousands of icebergs
Deep pools of liquid twilight
Know my name
I visit briefly
Then am on my way
Broken shards of starlight
Pierced through by the screams of a newborn
I have heard
Seen
All there is
And when the feathery light axe
Begins to fall down
Down
Onto the neck
Of a plasmic colored swan
We will know
All there is
To fear

Our relationship invoked
In me a feeling
I thought would help
Us rule
The world

There's no pride
In this shattered
Crown now
Is there?

If your heart
Was as soft as your hair
We would still be
On the same
Stem

Shouldn't it hurt
more than it does?
It almost feels as if nothing has changed...

Bye.
I'll miss you
and I love you
-obviously-
but the lack in communication this brings
was already here
has been here
for months now...

There's no such thing as "not enough time"

There's "enough" time

You just have to be willing

To share it

Are you?