Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Sometimes

Sometimes this world seems so big. I can only be so small. Think about all the greatness this world holds. How many tiny specs of sands make a beach? How many droplets of water create an ocean, let alone a tear? I'm alone in this world. Sometimes I wonder who understands. There's no one to Under Stand. I stand on my own because I have to be strong. I have to grow on my own. I can't let someone pick me up because when it rains it's cliche. But I don't believe in gray clouds...I call them breaks. We all need them but sometimes we're too busy to notice the red in the eyes. I've bled twice as much because I can't sleep until I know someone else has lived. I've bled twice as much because I love until hate hates, and makes a compromise to love. I still bleed sometimes. Only when you notice death is close do you begin to live. But here, I'll let you in on a secret. "I'm not dying anytime soon. I think I might die one of these years" But truthfully, there is no time close that you'll have to close my casket. I'm alive, and learning to live on a daily basis. It's wonderful. I take breaks to smile back at Elementary Students who have been given no more options because they're just "bad" or have no sense. I have no cents now, so why pay me attention. That's why I give them attention...because no one else does. I'm just saying, life is precious...and so is her name. Love her even if days are as bad as you think it is. I think today is a good day. If not, then something must be wrong with me.

One

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Song

Sometimes I get / di / zzy (thinking)
One day you’ll just let/ me / go
Leave / me / a / lone
With / no one to turn / to

I never thought / Love would / Be cold
I never thought / Love could / Be colder than ice

So cold my heart is ice
Still gotta keep up the fight
Keep on going right
A new day is in sight
I know this has to get better
I know this has to get better
It. Has. To. Get. Better

They say when it rains it pours
Don’t they know it also hurts?
I’m dumbfounded
Sunshine is clouded
My sky is no longer blue
It has lost its hue
I worry, who is still here
I worry, who still cares
I just stare at my reflection
I wasn’t expecting
This to be perfection
That’s why I’m in sections
In pieces of peace
This is my release
Please, warm my heart again
Warm my heart again

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Free Verse Love

I have to love you the scripted way

Hold your hand everyday

Kiss your lips softly

Because that’s what the book says

I can’t walk alone, keep to myself

To be “good” I have to be like everyone else

Why not stand out,

Show the differences,

And see the wacky styles, when in comparison?

Why not?
Well, because the book makes predictions

What we should be

Giving us restrictions of what we could be

Why can’t we stop being actors reading a script,

And grow some balls and be a little different?

Because the book tells us not to

And frankly, we seem scared of it

The book needs to see an example of what true love is

So let’s give it a sample

Show how the connection really is

When the love isn’t being scripted

Don’t play by the rules; love me free verse

And I’ll be your side, for better or worst

Don’t blend in with the rest, be strong and stand out

Don’t be afraid to be the OUT crowd

Dig deep within and bring out originality

What makes you special gives you your individuality

Finally, I can see your true personality

When you’re not trying to be like me, he, she, we

Just you, to set your own standards

Make sure your voice is heard

Words of wisdom; divine truthfulness

Letting your tongue flow without being ruthless

This is how you behave

No more living up to what someone portrays

Today, you stray into the arms of reality

Break off the chains and free verse love me

I want you to love me in free verse

Because I’ll love you in Haikus

I will love you now,

Forever be there for you,

I love you always,

So let’s always write

Then we won’t be left with words unsaid

Maybe we can create alliterations

Always an answer after anyone asks about us

Us, Us, Us

You and me

I will be yours if you’ll be mind

I play with words so you’ll be in my thoughts

You are my thoughts because you let me live

I Carpe Diem,

Seize the day,

Not only with words but with feeling

I’m feeling

I’m feeling

I’m feeling like, maybe, I could possibly, somehow Poet love you

And it’s ironic that when I left home I met you

Only this time the scene wasn’t in a rhyme scheme

It wasn’t in a time line where lines times the signs made rhyme

Even then, when we were miles away the blues kept singing

And we just danced to the love written

Until the pen lost ink and I was left to love you

I free verse love you

J.R.

Heyyyyyyy!!

What’s good? How do you do?

Sucky. You?

Why? What’s up? Me. Just trying to poet.

Or just live.

Friends mommy and grandpa died and he’s

Like on the verge of killing himself…

You’re a poet. Your words speak the truth in a metaphoric way

Can’t talk to him? I want to help.

No I just try to write and half the time my mind is missing

So all you get is words.

Words of wisdom; truth, security.

That explains your feelings and how your mind works.

Complicated as you seem, you’re very easy to understand

Understanding; it is clear to those who can’t see clearly.

You see without having to see.

You know and you’re one of few that can read between my lines.

That’s power, not sure how you do it.

It’s fine; I’m settling him

Well if there’s anything I can do to help let me know.

I’ve lost a few.

Gotta keep them so I can continue to live.

Don’t read with my eyes.

My heart brings the connection.

Blind I am, yet I can see it all.

Deep down I think we share a soul.

I can feel your aches and the tickles.

We share something.

That I know for sure.

We blend in like camouflage.

Yet, if you blink twice we’re there on point.

Staring so deeply we wonder if we’re looking

Into you or directly back at us.

I’m unsure of how you entered my world

And are able to understand me more than I do myself, I think.

You’re getting close in days but I’ve been looking for me in years.

I now realize the meaning of your other half.

You know me. And that’s a great feat.

Thanks babe.

No problem.

You’re so soothing.

And I wonder how I sleep so good at night.

Because I snuggle with you…

The emptiness that stirs you awake is filled; void.

I feel my mind full with feelings.

I feel my heart full with something you might call love.

I call her love.

I sleep with my lucky blankie.

I am warm.

Your warmth makes me hot.

I need it to warm my heart.

So it won’t grow cold, freeze the love inside.

The love is for you, to keep you warm.

My heart is warm enough to keep you from being cold

But hot enough to burn others that get too close without permission.

I want to enter your heart.

Live there as long as rent doesn’t go up.

I know it won’t because you’re my roommate.

You’re my lover.

You’re mine and I am yours.

We’ll share what we can and we’ll find a way

To enjoy everything that’ll come our way.

I’ll open my door to my heart so you can begin to sleep like I do.

Love you.

J’adore

Thursday, May 14, 2009

I can't write always.

Sometimes I cant write what I want to say
My thoughts are as plenty as the stars
but shy away like broken dreams
so if my steps cast a shadow don’t follow me,
because I’m hollow sheets
just words on nature to capture everything
but I don’t even know all the words in the world
so how am I to explain the emotions
feelings either hidden or on the surface, its impossible.
unable to create with ignorance
but if I choose to learn its on me
unless I pay enough to collect investments
although my pockets stay priceless
my memories go wasted in trash bins
ready for recycle, and then I begin, all over again
write to the question that questions that one
why is the reason to live to find a lively reason
to understand that stand that’s under felt
or under handed, or just under the feet
of people who don't respect life

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Enjoying Enjoyment

Loves laughs.

I enjoy my life.

Things are good, and I can hold small moments of greatness in my memory.

It's all good.
I love.
I live.
It's life.

She's funny.

My BestFriend thinks she can cook a better Omlet than I can.

I find that funny.
Don't you?

One.