Sunday, September 16, 2012


6.
Love is for people with better things to do

7.
I don’t want to be happy
I want to be better

8.
If life was a path
That wound and wound out of sight
Oh--what’s the use?

Life isn’t a path
You don’t follow life
Life follows you

Thursday, September 13, 2012


3.
More often than not
I just want to crawl under the covers
And have everyone forget about me

4.
It’s hard to talk about
Things that don’t exist
It’s much easier
To watch them on a screen

5.
Carpe diem
Won’t work on me
Sorry

Wednesday, September 12, 2012


2.
There were two bumblebees
And they had smiling faces
And they had yellow and black crayon outside their lines

There was a coffee stain
But the letter was still framed
And it was still hung on the wall

It told him he was the best brother ever
It expressed gratitude for the small toy bike
He bought me in ‘Appletin’

The bike was lost, the letter told him
But where to look? It had asked

And I noticed it
I was 18
We were finally friends
My big brother and I

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Hello

This is my first post. No one will probably see this. Maybe not for a while, maybe never. If you read this, promise to be kind. Both to my poem and to the world, I guess. Nobody likes a downer.

1.

I was 18 years old and I saw my whole life ahead of me
I saw us together
We held hands on the dock

I introduced him at family parties
He was shy, but we would
Giggle when everyone else wasn’t looking

And in the crowded street we held hands
When the bums asked for money 
He refused for the both of us
Instead of my mother

In the dark of the basement
I sit with my head on his lap
And as we watch my favorite shows
I explain the latest plot twist

It isn’t until much later, when I cry to my wall
I realize that we have never touched
But I still remember his orange bus card
I still remember it in my wallet

I left it on the whiteboard
I said thank you in orange marker
The only conversation we ever had