we all rode the shortbus to school; this is why.
It approaches,
Silently,
And some say that
It will kill.
I’m not quite sure
Either way.
I’m just out to
Have a bit
Of fun, maybe
Getting drunk
Along the way.
Beyond that,
I have no thoughts
About the
Millennium,
New Year’s Day,
Or anything
Of the sort.
i cut deep into my leg
to make the pain go away.
she didnt have to leave me,
she didnt have to make things
sound so fucking difficult
between us.
i wasnt that wrong for her.
i wasnt the one who
made her hate herself.
i wasnt the one who
gave her nightmares,
and caused her to wake at night
scared that she wasnt alone
in her own bedroom.
i was the one who
tried to prop her up,
but who ultimately
let her down.
i was the one she blamed,
and now i blame myself
as i cut deeply into my leg
to make the pain go away.
i got a ghost for christman once
it was small and came in a little box
which was odd cause it was a ghost
and ghosts dont have to stay in boxes
if they dont wnat to, but this one did
it stayed in the box til morning
and then i ripped it open
and my new ghost popped out and said boo
and i laughed
cause it was such a tiny ghost
and the boo didnt scare me
and then the ghost cried
cause i wasnt scared
and if he couldnt scare me
what good was he as a ghost
and i laughed some more
cause crying ghosts are funny
and the nest afternoon
my mommy took the ghost back
and returned it for a full refund
i stood atop this lonely bridge
and contemplated jumping off
into the water below.
the water was shallow,
and looked cold,
and bounded this way and that
from rock to rock,
only stopping to swirl for a moment
before running away downstream.
even the water has more to do than i.
even the water finds purpose.
even the water wants to get away.
i want to get away.
i look down into the water.
i cant see what looks back at me,
but something creates that splashing
from below the churning surface.
i want to know.
i want to dive
from this bridge.
i want to fell myself become
that splashing.
i want to head downstream.
i want to belong to something,
and the water will take me in.
she had freckles
scattered across her chest
that i couldnt help but notice
when she took her shirt off.
she was self conscious then,
of the freckles,
but i liked them,
and i liked the way she held her arms
over her chest to cover them.
i wanted to wrap her up
in my arms
and kiss each and every one
of those freckles
to make her feel
that she could trust me.
but instead i smiled,
and she smiled back,
and let her arms drop
away from those freckles.
i loved her
in that moment,
and still do.
i walked to the store today
to buy a muffin
and some cheese
i like muffins and
i like cheese
the muffin had blueberries
and tasted more
like candy than a muffin
the cheese came in a
cylindrical wooden box
about two inches tall
and five across
i bought bread to go with my cheese
at another stand down the street
it was fresh and left
flour on my hands as
i walked with it
a Blank Stare, and
Sheet of Paper:
Three Simple Words
to Change a Life.
Eyes can be Deep,
Windows it’s said.
Truth, also Deep,
Frightens at Time(s).
a Smile starting
to Creep across (Her Face).
an Eye Twitches.
Patience Whispered.
Three Simple Words,
Resonating.
He Smiles –
leans in:
– A Kiss –
Reciprocated;
Ideal.
Three Words,
Resonating.
