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

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

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

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