Boats Hey, you.I love you.You're kind of drifting from me,But we're all drifting off.So while you're out there, bobbing away,Have fun.Yeah, you're out sailing yourself around the world,But so am I.No anchors dropped for us, anymore.And since the world is round we'll bump boats again soon,You will see me and I will see youLet's race.
A letter to the wind Oh, fickle love, How might I entice your attention?Please,Continue your gentle caresses,Smother me in subtle kisses,Faint breaths that bring slight chills.My glorious BreezeFresh from the river and bay,Delicate, cool, and smooth,You calm my fevered flesh,So I may reach some sweet slumber,Though I wake alone in a sticky tangle of sweaty sheets.
Ignored Monologue "Oh, my foolish friend,Naïve, you are, and easily leaping to hope.Don't you remember the pain of being burned?The gauze is only newly gone.It will still hurt to fall.If you get lucky, maybe not much,But still you scrape your palmsAnd need to brush the gravel from your knee.Passion consumes when turned too high;Yet the slightest encouragement and you run again,Racing headlong into the fire because it beckons."So says my mind to my impetuous heart.
Click You dance together out in the minefieldSpinning apart,flowing back,hand in hand.Entirely engrossed in each other,in the tune only you can hear-yet you each watch your stepand your partner.Come together,wheel around, Click. You pause, parting----- and each take your leave.Slip away, thinking----- but avoiding the thought..Walk along, constrained----- yet humming the ever pervasive tune…The map says you have the spaceClose your eyes,let go your feet,let the music have them.Entirely enthralled in the movementsstep,
Growing Up Take away the flash and fog, reveal the light bulbs and powders;The ones which hide the strings, secret pockets, doubles and fakes.Oh, disillusionment--Total disenchantment.There is no pleasure in knowing how the trick works, unless you have a new audience to perform it for. Then your pleasure comes vicariously from how enthralled and fascinated they are at how it happened.The loss of childlike wonder and awe--There is no magic any more.
The Hat Flirting words here,bit of touch there,trade with him forthe more comfortable chair.Take his hat from his knee,wear it all night,“Oops,” take it home-it’ll be all right.You’ll see him tomorrowand can give it back then,you’ll flirt some more while you wear it again.Trade it back for your phoneas he heads out the doorleaving you wondering“What if there’s more?”
Hugs I wrap my arms around you,hold on for a moment or sothen let you go,send the feeling of my arms around youwith you on your way.It makes a shield around youof loving and good willto protect you;I feel responsible because I carefor you, but you must go.I hold you close and tight to mebefore you meet the world,with the hopethat the experience will not haveany lasting harm to you.Hugs are a good-bye thingfor strength, goodbyes, and comfort, too,but morethan just an “I’ll miss you, dear,”they really mean “Thank you.”So when I take a momentto give you a tight hug,I really meanto
Steadfast Silence There is this inexorable calm,A stillness;Most people find it only in nature.And the stable, sturdy,Centering forceThey find in meditation:I find it in him.
framing a pair of trees,a doorway,the pilings 'neath the docksthough some are natureall are perfectframing for a kiss
Dominic The happy medium of lifeFascinating to knowAlways something new to learn…A friend whenever you need oneCaring even when he doesn’t have to.Sometimes a little harsh, But, hey, who isn’t a little rough around the edges?Besides, he’s learned where The lines are drawn around each friendAnd which ones he can crossWithout upsetting anyone.And he’s learned which of our lines,When crossed, are distressing,Especially when certain other people cross them.We, in turn,Are learning just where his lines layAnd how far we can cross themAnd hope to be just as good a friend as he.Always willing to
Masquerade Simulated skin smothers secretsVivid veils versus sordid shadowsFlorid faces screen lackluster livesFeigned interest
Regretting Allowances Always hungering to be cared for, needed.Then love becomes touch, needed more . . . Damned lust.
Not Just a Guy He is not a man,and not a boy,a gentleman,or youth;But instead acombinationof all of them—'tis truth.
Hearts Hearts are fragile thingsEasily broken if you're not carefulSome people create fake ones to give to anyone and everyone.The fake-makers break the real ones they are given.
Lost Art To sit and wait patiently for him to finish speaking,to let what she says wash over and sink in.To stay and pay attention to his words and body language,to acknowledge and understand her worries and concerns.To realize the pulse of all living things,to comprehend the meaning of silence.To be the one everyone searches for,to be someone to Listen.
Up and Over Up and over to my first shoulderdown the blade and across to the otherback and forth—side to sideUp and over to my other shoulderdown the blade and across to the otherleft and right—then changeUp and over to my first shoulderdown the blade and down my backcross from here to there and thenUp and over to my other shoulderdown the blade and across to the othercross from here to there then changeUp and over to each shoulderdown each blade and down my backback and forth—then changeUp and over I feel his handdown the blade and across to the othersending shivers—all through meUp and over the shivers slidedown my
What Made Me Choose So I'm sitting in History class with the substitute Daydreaming about my freshman year's musicalWhen it occurs to me "What made me pick you?"Because something had to make me choose.I sit there and think "I did not know you at all,"Did not even have a stereotype to put to your face.Honestly, I don't even remember you before the musical;I can't picture you doing anything before the spring.Something, at sometime during the musical, made me notice you.It made you exist in my eyes, and then messed with my mindBecause not only were you new to me,You had taken over my mind.There is only one thing that I can think ofThat mad
-Gasp- First,A small one,So tentative,And hesitant…A brushOf lipsA slight momentOf stretched eternity.Almost…Couldn't call itA kiss…A second later it doesn't matter who's watching-A full-force lip-to-lip euphoria-inducing wonderful kiss…*Sigh*I woke up before it ended.
Lucky So many of my peershave such difficulty with their lives-The lives of relationshipsand interaction with their peers.I don't understandwhy it is that it is so problem causing-Problem causing for them to createlasting relationships.What forces these clashesof personality and such troubles-Such troubles of irritation,and conflict.How can peoplenot keep up a relationship-A relationship with a friendor significant other.This dilemma oftroublesome interactions means little-Very little to me as I am,except to puzzle.For I am luckyI have split off and managed-Managed to stay with my circleof friends and f
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