Sunday NightWeekday Series Themed Poems About an Impossible Crush
And I can’t stop thinking about you
And what it might be like
To feel the weight
Of your body
In truth and effort
Atop all of my naked passion
The madness in the hunger
The absence of sense in the urge
Makes the yearning
Makes the waiting
Makes all of the impossible time to get here
Worth this sin
And when you rest yourself
Inside of me
And your breath
On the old familiar pillow
Wearing the very linens
That embraced my wake this morning
A thousand years ago
Before I felt your weight
Before I let you change
Your breath will sound like life
Like feeling alive
And I might cry
And you might just keep on breathing
Inside of me
And my tears will roll onto the 1,000 year old linens
And I will smile
And thank everything in this mad world for existing in the first place
For letting me have this moment
This feeling of being
when i was 5i knew i wanted to grow up to be a madmana wild eyed reflection of white crazy hairwhere we all drive behind time jumping wheels requiring 1.21 gigawattsto get us anywhere but by the age of 10i'd learned betteri knew i was supposed to be a gangstera...
In this newfound Summer freedomWith short sleevesAnd sun-kissed skinThe hot lips of a cloudless dayAnd I remember what it’s likeTo walk hand-in-handWith someone who smilesJust because they know youJust because when they turn their headThey know you’ll already be...
It’s 3pmIn the overcast glow of a prolonged winterIt’s probably Spring somewhereBut not hereAnd it’s kind of perfectThe way the gray matches the painThe way the pain matches our eyesAnd we both see itAnd we both pretend it’s not thereLike I saidIt’s probably Spring...
It’s 8pmAnd I can smell Fall bloomingLooming are the orange leavesAnd everything it meansTo shed the pastShedding all that holds us backFrom being able to beginAnewAnd when I drove to work this morningWith the heater onAnd your playlist loudI smiledFeeling all of the...
you wear love on your sleeve the way they used toin black and white and dramatic celluloidand we kissto the sound of remixed Mozartand renovated Beethovenbut nobody really caresand wewellwe're not really listeningeitherwe're too distracted by the momentsby the...
an average conversation with a stranger:"hello. I Love You." and I've got nothing else to offer but cracked ribscaged by the display of my stain-glass smilefragile but full of faiththis is Mea Poet dipped in Human skintrying to believe in a theory:words can change the...
When we talkWe all speak in genderFluent from the tongueAre the soft pinks of She'sAnd the militant blues of HisPronouns never had a choice My voice is a sirBigger than my courage will ever give me credit forBut I can't afford to shut upI can't afford to ignore this...
It’s after midnight now.On January 11th, 2016. You did not die today. And I feel like a total weirdo. Sitting here by myself, sobbing uncontrollably over you. Sobbing uncontrollably over someone that I do not know. And then, Lazarus comes through my computer speakers....