I am not in this world to live up to anyone’s expectations but my own. You are not in this world to live up to mine. The vibe you sow is the vibe that comes back to you. Day is too short to deal with nonsense and the night is too long to spend it in woe. I won’t stop until I say I’m done so get on with your life Anon.
I wish good things for you. I ain’t mad at you. It’s good each way down the road. Follow the path that seems best to you.
In all the sweltering heat
I don’t know what happened
to the sun
never seen it lose its yellow
Maybe it grew a little faint, pale
from not having his lover around
It gave up today
it was a shiny silver, swear
on the holy books
Clouds deceived further
Seeming like craters
I swear, I finally saw the moon
in the Sun and the Sun in the
moon
They kissed each other,
complimenting the sky
like a brooch compliments
a very plain shirt
We are hand in hand
Holding on to each other
Climbing up a feather
attached with a string to a
dream catcher
we will take time to reach the top
and sit on one of the grooves
created by these strong threads
Weaved in a pattern, held by a circle
I can see it, see us sitting,
our feet dangling, as we swing
on this little world hung on our home’s window
in view-stars illuminating
the night sky,
almost magical
I can see it
This dreamcatcher won’t just
catch our dreams lover
It’ll catch us and we will sail
Like I said, hand in hand, our feet
dangling
I don’t like it [or maybe I do]
You’re writing about me again
you know I’ll read it eventually
you hide me between commentary
sandwich me between semicolons
allude to me in appositives
note me in narratives you call fiction
everyone can be a bit narcissistic at times
that’s an admission
and an omission - my failure
when I fail at not reading youYou’re writing about me again
you shouldn’t
I wish you wouldn’t
so my flesh can be opaque again
A bowl of stars resides
in my lap as I sit in a
hot air balloon, taking me
to places never touched
I’d rather throw these
metaphors and talk
a little straight
Though where’s the fun
in that, eh?
Where’s the fun if others
will know your head is
in my lap as I sit in your
heart, like a child too
excited, a child too flustered
from being loved so much
I stand, my clothes soaked
Looking up at an overcast sky
Rain kisses my entire face
like he often does when he
leaves for the airport
I want to open my eyes but
I can’t, the falling drops
won’t let me
I think this tells me bluntly enough,
something’s are just meant to be felt
I close my eyes even when
we shake hands
