Thursday, February 26, 2015

Love is not Romantic

Love is not Romantic
Why do we think it is?
Romance needs love
But love isn't romance

Love is flashing a smile
it is telling a dumb joke
it is a kind word

Girls can tell each other "I love you"
Why can't boys?

Love is giving service
it is spending time with them
it is lifting them up

Do we understand love?
No, but yet
We feel it, we live it

Love is a hug when they are sad
It is being there when are grieving
It is listening when they just need someone

You don't need to be in love to love someone
We tend to forget that

Love is doing everything
Love is doing anything

Love is wanting nothing more than for them to live

If I ever tell you I love you
Please don't take it lightly
Because I'm not.



Thursday, February 19, 2015

Another

                                 I'm not going to be bitter
                               
                                 But I don't know why I bother
                               
                                 I thought it was getting better
                               
                                 Then you said there was another

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

The Monster in the Closet

I have a monster in my closet

It is a disgusting creature
large and foreboding yet frail and lanky
It is forested from top to bottom in thick thorny red fur
which excretes a rotten tar-like oil
Its feet are stolen from some poor mutilated goat
Its tail hard and leathery is spiked and bejeweled
with tarnished gold and amethyst
Its eyes, black as the moon's shadow, have a sadistic glow of scorn
Its snout a boarish unceasing grin

I try to fight it
scare it
ignore it
but always just stands there
demanding it's presence

Its afraid of others
It slinks back and hides if you draw near
But I know its there
waiting watching plotting

I lie awake at night with tear stained eyes and hands upon my ears
listening as it scratches upon the door
with chewed up and molded nails
It teeth clash as it speak
dripping odorous venom from its broken lips

It is a demon I'm sure
sent from Hell to destroy me
and I fear...

It is succeeding




Ghosts of the Living


This is a poem about many people I know, it may be about you.

This is about a boy I know
Who appears to show an aura of confidence and success
one who makes all wonder and admire
but lives under the mountain of expectations
which he tries to carry like Atlas holding up the world
but is instead getting crushed by it.
He is a ghost

This is about a girl I know
Who spends all of her hours working and studying
giving all she can and achieving much
hungering for approval and love
but all her father can see is that it's an A- not an A.
She is a ghost

This is about a boy I know
Who despite having having friends who support him
refuses to believe in himself and speaking up
and is trapped in between the need to make new friends
and the fear of talking to strangers.
He is a ghost

This is about a girl I know
A true friend, one who could brighten the day of any she met
no matter how dim
but she is scorned and despised
because one day she made the mistake of saying
"I'm not mormon."
She is a ghost

This is about a boy I know
Who is wondering how he fits into life
and how life fits into him
who sees his only friend as a bitter bottle of beer
plagued with memories of regrets
as he watches his sibings accomplish what he thought he never could
while ignoring what he has done and helped along the way.
He is a ghost

This is about a stray cat I know
No more than a few months old, the cutest thing you will ever see
left to die on its own in death's winter snow
all attempts to help and shelter are met with fear
until the snow makes it to weak to run
it experienced warmth and caring
but ran away from the first love it ever knew.
That cat is now a ghost.

This is about a boy who is tired
Tired of self loathing
Tired of seeing opportunities pass him by
Tired of not know if his love is mutual or unwanted
But most of all
Tired of seeing the ghosts of the living

And of being one of them.