To the boy with sun in his eyes

To the boy with the sun in his eyes
it appears you have beaten my disguise.
The sad, writer type with tear stained cheeks
and the cigarette stains to make it complete.

Your hopeful smile makes the room ignite.
You steal the stage without a fright.
And I confess, my guard was up
shield raised, eyes peeled, and I was stumped.

You came in peace, unlike the rest
Quick to judge on any test.
I was poised to fail, I was set up.
And sure enough you took my cup.

You love to love the idea of love
and I hated everything.
Yet somehow the days were not so grey
as winter turned to spring.

To the boy with sun in his eyes.
I regret to inform you that I have lied.
And this has been my worst offense
even my best mask could not convince.

Forever I’ll be in debt, you see
cause you gave a bit of sun to me.

Worlds Collide

My roots grew strong in this familiar place.
Bending and locking and twisting
Every ounce of knowledge, every bit of moisture.
And when the ground began to crack and split, dry as a bone, it was time to leave.

Just like a tree, carefully placed in new soil
My roots learned how to grow again.
Unfamiliar earth brought new challenges.
And unknown roots wrapped in mine.
Like a crutch, giving support to a fragile body.

And as my roots grew strong in their new place, they stretched towards their old home.
And my roots once again intertwined with their old companions.
Worlds colliding. My roots becoming a maze of support and comfort.
And finally, secure, able to stand alone.

Thoughts

I snap back to the world for a second.
I didn’t even realize I had left already.
The slow, rhythmic sounds of the AC unit humming my eyes into another staring contest with the shag carpet.
And as I notice the array of spilled drinks, and weed ash, my eyes take me even deeper.

My skin still has the corduroy pattern that covers the couch tattooed in it.
The various bug bites my body has collected stand out against my tan skin.
Little red landmines.

Again, I’m stuck on the couch.
Eyes droopy from not getting any sleep.
A girl in my bed that I don’t want.
Alone with my thoughts for far too long.

Nude

I say let’s all get naked
No, not now
But let’s get rid of these clothes some way some how

Let’s run through the fields and feel the wet dew
and get all cut up and our lips turn blue

Cause it’s freezing out there, in the world of real life
When my words fall out and we go back to strife

The daily grind, and the sleepless nights
when your thoughts will kill and the cold will bite

and the things inside start to creep out
they’ll make you scream and they’ll make you shout

So let’s burn our shirts and tear up our pants
Rip our scarves in pieces and stand and dance

Rejoice in this moment
let me inhale you
I’ll hold you in
till my lungs can’t bear you

Take my beat up dress shoes, with tattered laces
Take my yearbook with distant faces

I say let’s get naked
no, not now
But let’s get rid of these clothes some way some how

Roses are red. Violets are blue. Come have sex with me.

Speak every time you stand so you do not forget yourself.

I reached for you so long, my arms grew tired I fell for you so many times, my knees turned raw

Tonight’s thoughts.

I’ll swim the ocean for a cure
And I’ll walk the desert for something pure
I’ll climb a mountain for some relief
I’ll go exploring for some peace