Category Archives: love

Wanna Get Married?

Afternoon, all. Here I am now, again, sitting here. I am thinking, wondering maybe. Dreaming of dark hair and red lips. Satisfied and unsatisfied, finding not that which I’d like to find when I go looking. Please enjoy the poem, friends.

Some Kind of Relationship

Do you think there’s someone out there?

Someone who just knows where?

They’ve found their place and it’s with you.

Just a table set for two.

An aching, tired body,

battered and bruised.

I sleep as soundly as I can,

for only in my sleep do I heal,

for only in my sleep do I not feel.

As heart it twists and stomach it turns

That feeling inside,

that something that burns.

Forget-me-nots come in with the tide.

The onion-hat of sultans sits so sublimely on his head.

A man who now alone rests among the dead.

Like before I’ve said,

all the gold’s been turned to lead.

A Play In Act III

Afternoon, friends. I have for you a poem that I hope would make you think. I hope it doesn’t hurt too much to read. Perhaps you’ll think it all an act? A performance? It sometimes makes it easier for me to visualize the plot line of my life with all its twists and turns and heartbreaks. To see it in the light a director would, perhaps attempting to change the more offensive elements to be more palatable for a more delicate audience. I’ll watch this play in my head, trying to pick out the characters and the plot holes. When one day it ends, who will be backstage?

Graceful Wings

Why’s it always spinning?

Really can’t feel like I’m winning.

Always here and waking up again.

Licking wounds back in my den.

I feel like an animal,

or perhaps a small child.

One whose cranial capacity may be considered somewhat challenged in the mass department.

There’s an innocence in that.

I only hope that when I bleed that it is red I bleed and green you see in my eyes.

Maybe nothing hurts quite so much as now.

I don’t know whether I am a good man or not.

I only know that when the curtain closes over these hazels eyes of mine,

the only one on stage I’ll still see is you

with all your graceful twirls and dances,

your beautiful soliloquys,

and those eyes I swear were glued to me throughout the show.

I suppose I’ll see you at the end,

the end when all the families and friends and spouses see the cast.

I only hope that you won’t fly away from me again.

Summer’s Sweet Soliloquy

With it getting warm again, I have a poem that may tug on the heartstrings a bit. I don’t have too many words to say to that end. I believe it speaks for itself. Please enjoy, my friends, and tell yours!

To my summer love,

I think I’d quite like to go home.

To be with you and find our place out there.

To find ourselves in Rome.

To get lost together and not know where.

Have adventures, just the two of us.

Wade through the rivers,

and breathe through the dust.

Just to hold you in my arms for good this time.

You don’t know it, I think.

How it hurts to see you hurt.

Just how acute that pain is

every time I see you cry,

and every time you pull away.

My toes are always there in the sand

next to you.

My heart is there upon your bed frame

waiting for you to return

to warm it in the freezing air.

To my summer love,

The one whose hair is like a bonfire,

warming me under the stars and the cold night sky.

The one whose skin is like light,

showing me the way when I can’t see the sun.

The one whose words flow like water over me and my skin,

just the same as your gentle hands caress my tired head.

The one who I feel safe with,

always and forever.

I’ll See You Again

You’ll see me again. No matter how far away you’ve gone or how long you’ve been away, you will see me again. No need to cry, no need to worry. You only need to look. The days are long, but there are a lot of them. Enjoy the poem, friends.

Ode to my Friends

I’m not so good at saying goodbye.

I’m not so good at telling that lie.

You might think

that I forget.

But every time I see,

i remember

and boy did I see you.

All your glory

and all your flaws.

I will miss you

because I know you.

Because I’ll remember you.

I always say

that everyone falls in love with me,

but the truth is…

I fall in love with all of you too.

To Feel As If Floating

In a cloud of long-forgotten stardust, I find myself. Far and further away from anything and everything I once knew. Floating there, no air within my lungs, no blood within my veins. I am but a specter, a ghost outside the machine. My ship blown apart long ago in an ancient battle far away and removed from my current, frozen circumstances. There I stay, drifting through those clouds of stardust, the only twinkle in my eye the gamma rays and photon blasts that pass me by every thousand years, a length of time that to me is but a blink. My glassy eyes no longer hold life behind them, but still yet reflect those beautiful, iridescent nebulas and effervescent starbursts I watched so long ago with the wonder only a child could. Only now it has come to pass that I am no longer a child, but that husk of man adrift in a sea of nothing. I am finally at peace among the stars.

Derelict

It always meant so much to me

You did, I mean

We found our peace among the stars

Our refuge from this world’s many wars

I saw and see inside your eyes a twinkle

Reflection and refraction of those great gaseous bodies

Their existence too is all aflame

A reflection too of that which beats inside my chest 

This heart, that heart

You’ve really made the grade

Only now the signal’s dead

We won’t get home to go to bed

These stars with which we’ve sought solace

Caught there in the space between

Floating, derelict

Waiting for relief that never comes