Poetry

Story

Don’t be so literal, aging one
When you say you give yourself 26 more years
You don’t know what you’re talking about

You can’t be literal about a life story
When you say you give yourself 26 more years
I hope you’ve got plans for some magic in your story

A story that could end in one year, one month, one week, one day
When you say you give yourself 26 more years
Promise you won’t waste one moment

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Love Notes

Secret messages strewn
A sly and crafty code
A treasure hunt of love notes
From me to you, an ode

Image, word, and music
Whisper how I feel for you
If you can’t find the hidden lines
To you, I’ll send a clue

They Lied to Them

He lied to me
She lied to you
You lied to me
I lied to him
You lied to her
I lied to you
You lied to her
I lied to him

He cried to me
She cried to you
You lied to me
I lied to you
You lied to her
She cried to you
You lied to me
I cried to you
You lied to me

Ruby Love

How can I explain my love
Forceful, potent love of

You, never shall you know
Adoring stitches I have sewn

Prick of needle, in and out
Blood on linen, marking doubt

Remember on the avenue
With brick-red crayon I outlined you

You so tall and smile so bright
I pining that you might

Mention me as in your dream
Candy vision, crisp, citrine

Yet, I requiring ruby love
Mining insufficient of

Tonic

Sweet, sweet tonic
Where are you
I want to drink you in
And stumble in your sparkle

Are you champagne
Are you whiskey
Are you absinthe
Are you blood, red, passion poison

Cryptic, profound drink
Potion for my pounding heart
Elixir for my pulsing soul
Where did you go

I need you still
Need you here with me
Need you next to me
Need to taste your words

Trouble

Stay away
I am nothing but trouble

Be afraid
It is justifiable

I will take and push
Till you’re through, through

Disturbingly dark
I will stain you

Flee fast from my quake
Steady ground is at stake

Nothing but trouble
I am your mistake

Girl with Blue Hair

There is a girl with blue hair
A tiny, striking girl
With piercing eyes
They call her introvert
She sighs a warning once she speaks
She will reveal all
She quietly knows the meaning
Going on around her

Her contradiction is an art
Art is genius
She is an artist
Her tresses dipped in paint