Four Ways to Lose a Lover

The sun sets and our romance ends.
But, you’ll be back tomorrow-
Right?
You can’t stay mad at the setting sun.

The sheets show the creases of your curves,
I don’t want to think how you’re with another,
We built this home together,
But you tore it down alone.

Forever is the longest time to promise,
But it’s the one you made me say.
I’ll stick to my words, but
The pressure to stay in love isn’t one of the heart.

Your pleas flow from your mouth like a water fall,
My head, low, like a weeping willow,
I’ll deny the pain,
But the disappointment hangs forever.

Magnetic Poem

High school infatuation,
A mysterious, complex, never-ending story of secrets,
Depression and sometimes,
Dishonest experiments.
Slurred words are weapons for rejection.

Random Word Poem

Sorrowful Slate

I approached the wayward pebble,

Each step becoming more timid.

I longed to make this an intimate situation

For the shard of slate seemed skittish.

I envied his honesty,

Embarrassed by my sad excuse of self expression.

I fell to my knees at the trembling pebble,

Between us a union formed,

One closely resembling a quivering child,

And its mother,

A blanket of comfort shielded us.

Tempted by his honesty, I spilled my woes,

And as they washed over him,

The pebble calmed.

No longer was he alone.

Olfactory Love

I’d love to collect your breaths,
To hold them in my lungs,
And experience you,
Tangled within me.
Let the scent of you
Mix with my own.
As one we’d form
Something resembling,
The scent of love.

What Is Age?

The wrinkled finger tips of my grandma,
Or the lonely candle on the birthday cake,
Left burning until the mother blows it out.

Perhaps it's measured by frown lines,
or those little parenthesis', formed around your lips,
Marking the laughter of life.

The fountain of youth, found in a cameras memory card,
The smile in a man's eye, the touch of a lover,
A smiling call from your mother.

Is age measured in cray paper streamers,
The flicker of a cake's candle,
A number, written on a card,
Or is it something more?

A number found within yourself,
Ticking back for every moment that life takes your breath away,
Only moving forward when life seems stagnant.
Tell me, what is your age?

Fortune Cookie Poem

Traveling this year will bring your life into greater perspective

I long to see the maple leaves,
Hanging from Canada's eldest trees.
To sniff the cherry blossom air,
Smooth and crisp in China.
I wish to witness the running of the bulls,
Fast, furious, and unforgiving in Barcelona.
My ears long to hear the whisperings of native tongues,
Confusing but beautiful in Africa's most remote places.
The click clack of the hoofs on cobblestones calls me to anywhere England.
The plush green carpet of grass calls my feet to Scotland,
To watch the herding of the sheep moving as one.
Something calm inside my heart wishes to go to India,
To learn something beautiful and forgiving from a Buddhist.
But in the end, I'll always come home,
For you, most of all, I long to learn from.

I Am From Love

I am from 12 year old friendships,
Full of broken-bone-bonds,
And unlimited late night text messages.
I am from a brother who learned to hate before he could love,
Resentful and hostile for his right eye being blind,
My 20/20 vision kept him feeling left behind,
But I loved him none the less.
I am from my Grandma Sally's kitchen, always full of something unhealthy:
Flour streaked across our faces as she taught me to make the cherry pie.
She passed away from cancer, but left in my hands,
That recipe, and forever her memory.
I am from a blues infused love of rock,
Handed down to me from my father,
Molded and changed from my rap-dance-alternative-punk-loving brother.
I am from a home that had to fall apart, to fall in love,
From a mother who's unforgiving and a father who won't leave my side.
I am from a family, who's hit all the twists and turns of a modern world.
I'm from friends who let me forget all this,
To breathe in their passion for life, exhale my troubles,
And dance into the night with them at my hip.
I am from a world of love,
Complicated, confusing, and well overdue.