first was a tree just a bump nothing big second was a dumpster just a scratch not to worry third was a t-bone as that car crossed the highway into the side that I sat in as my head hit windshield just some whiplash, a bump, and nose blood fourth was a fender kiss just a dent nothing major fifth another t-bone tipping the old van over to its side as I crawled out the busted windshield just some bumps and cuts, alright sixth got rear ended spilled some coffee, nothing burned seventh burst a tire running over a concrete berm Who knows how bad the next will be or if I’ll walk away next time like I have before which is why every time I leave the house I kiss you goodbye just in case it really is goodbye
Category: Poetry
The Iron & Me
When the weight within my bones Becomes more than it should be I wrap my ears in ’phones ’Till there’s only the iron and me When the rage within my veins Wrecks my inner harmony Each bar provides the reins And we ride, the iron and me It pushes against my core Ignoring past or pedigree There are no goals to score Only us, the iron and me Each lift breaks me down Each pull tugs patiently As my spirit begins to drown In sweat, the iron, and me I pour my heart into each press My breath in each “two...three...” As I lift more I carry less All I need is the iron and me When I finish my last rep Leave the bench for reality There’s a purpose in my step For I have forged the iron in me
Poetically Pathetic
Stop making me write poems. I mean it Pretty please I’ve written so many already I’m down here on my knees. Stop making me write poems. I hate them I really do Yet whenever you’re around all these words spill out for you. Stop making me write poems. Act rudely Be a jerk I’m wasting all my hours trying to make this rhyme scheme work. Stop making me write poems. You won’t read Or ever see My feelings look so lame in print the only one who’ll see is me. Stop making me write poems. It’s a waste Since anyway You already know I love you and I’ve got nothing left to say.
The Soulforge
Every wordsmith needs a forge A fire burning bright It glows within so brightly not many can hold its might The tools and words may matter but mostly it’s INTENT Otherwise you lose focus and your weapon may turn bent Which is why I feel so sadly for souls whose shards were scattered because my beautiful broken people you truly fucking mattered.
Don’t Ever Change
You drive me insane. You can be so- stubborn blunt pig-headed hot-tempered opinionated self-centered impatient aggravating inflexible and needy. So no wonder I love you. Because you are- steadfast honest loyal passionate thought-provoking confident driven persistent pragmatic and adoring. Don’t ever change.
Min / Maxing
When I rush in You hold me back When I get lazy You offer no slack When I say yes You argue no When I pull away You won’t let go When I want to quit You refuse to give in When I see defeat You see “learning to win” When I start to flicker You bring out my fire When I shut up You drag out my ire When I need distance You horde me alone When I ramble on You cut short my drone When I sought a mate You sought a soul How we fell together I will never know
Wrapping
You wrapped yourself up in Nice clothes Hair product Contact lenses Good manners Herbal tea Perfect posture Soft speech Rapt attention Quiet attitude Then the next day you woke up Threw on glasses Brushed out bangs Needily hugged me and Giggled Yet you wonder why it took me so long to realize How truly adorable You are
CPR
And finally it’s stopped - The beat The pulse The hum No matter how hard you bleed you know you will succumb To the finality of death - Of love Of hope Of dreams You stitch it back together but all you get are empty seams Even without the will - You count You breathe You press There’s no DNR on file so they’ll pump you nonetheless Until regardless of feelings - It stalls It beeps It starts No matter how much damage there’s no replacing broken hearts
Chambered
One beats and bleeds And cries at night It burns with passion And yearns to fight The other steadies And bides its time Unfeeling maybe But never unkind As one side contracts And gushes blood Its lifeforce spent In waves of love The other reigns in Logic and air Sustaining the beat With rhythm and care Both sides make up One chambered whole For one gives purpose And the other soul In times of peace It’s fine to dream To allow one’s heart To yearn or scheme But when crisis hits You put it away Switch off the flow Let reason hold sway For without both sides One could never last Either stoic as stone Or burnt out too fast
Challah Back Girl
I see you. Oh, you tie me up in knots. Your egg-yolk yellow braids beckon me. So FLUFFY so sweet Your round, soft edges comfort me The feeling of you in my hands In my mouth I would ravish you Consume you in one night In one sitting Leaving not one crumb of you untouched You don’t understand how much I desire you How you make my mouth water And my stomach growl I long to rip you out of your covering And just dig into you Sinking my teeth into your tenderness Until you fill my mouth My tongue aches I want you so badly You don’t understand The pain I feel The hunger As I turn my head away And walk firmly past you Pretending not to notice you beckoning Calling Offering For my doctor has told me I must not eat carbs And I cannot cheat With you ..... just yet