it is different here

in the sky

i'm not ready to go
our time has just begun
but just as fast as it came
it went and you must
just jump don't look
it is going to be a long drop
will it hurt?
no the clouds will catch you
what will be it like?
we don't know
just go now
i'm afraid of heights
you won't even notice
when will i see you again?
i don't know
you don't know much
that is the fun of it
with that he jumped
or fell
and she watched him go
away just as quickly as he came

come into my world

simple typing in a corner

sometimes evil things are so cute and small they seem to be alright to let run around. let them out of the box, let them free! they won't hurt you or me they're tiny and fumbling they seem powerless. like something said in a passing moment, something strikingly affective, seems as if it were just a tiny red robot. but you let one red robot out of the box and the whole lot of em come storming out. here they come, ready to attack. they'll hit your heart and when it's just one it might not seem to matter. but an army of red robots, those are to be worried about- danger comes in numbers. continuous attacks, abusing words, loaded machine guns of hurtful treatment. everyone sees it from outside the house. they're watching in pitiful awe, crowding the windows. why does she let them all run around that way? why doesn't she just put them back where they belong? inside the box and back in the closet. not forgotten but safely placed away from the potential good in her world.
be aware of the tiny red robots pack em up and put em away where they belong.

A small piece of something bigger

Depends who you are.

He victimized me and took my confidence
Like an animal, I lost control.
Giving in to weakness and emotions
It was only words that brought me down

As children starve and we waste
Full stomachs even the pets
Distribution, poverty, greed
as he disposes what he couldn't sell

Addiction to machines and the warm glow
not of a fire or rhythmic breathing
Only listening to the sounds on plastic
Food wrapped in celaphane

Goals based on career and how we look
Sending the poor to fight the war
So we can keep driving our Merecedes-Benz
in our $6,000 suits

Volunteering at a homeless shelter
So grateful for warmth even though
they've spent all their money on drugs
But I'm the one wearing nice shoes for what?

Ivy League education forgotten because
he is Money hungry
they are Politicians
Making the decisions

Silly words get to you
the insecure, his
Rages and rants
Losing weight, life, time
and
your friends

So what does humility require?
Letting everyone else...

answer this, and i will call you dalai lama

so orbocentric

world,
you are not big, i will circumnavigate you
i will sail your largest oceans clear across
then find a way to swim the distance
shrink you, i shall find a way!

world,
don't try to fascinate me with
your bottomless oceans
your neverending plains
your soaring mountains
your exaggerated skies
let me say, i know they're trinkets
in comparison...
no better than ME
they must end somewhere
everything does,
right?

world,
you know there are planets out there
bigger and better than you are?
they spin faster than you
they have better traits than gravity
more impressive stunts than hurricanes and and tornadoes and earthquakes and tsunamis
but they don't have us, world
no body has it as good as you
you have us

world,
look at those stars
even from afar
they shine brighter than you
can you not smile as nicely
for the rest of the universe to see?
if only i had a better planet to live on
you never do anything for me
all you do is go on your power trips
and try to drag me down
keep me here with you
i won't!
let me off this selfish earth.

paradise

and obsessed

i'm staring at the wall while she gets her guitar
the graffiti artwork so give a certain feeling
am i outside or indoors?
it's love for us when we find comfort
after adjusting the height on the mic
she clears her throat and begins to play
i notice how sad it sounds as she picks the strings
just cheer up she says it's how she lets it out
the words on the wall are easily written and said
i never was very good at poetry

quick interlude...

Before a response to this wonderful picture below, I'd like to get this off my brain:

I enjoy posting so much on this site because pictures and poems are so interrelated. The photographer attempts to capture a moment and release it's significance with her camera, while the poet strives to encapsulate a momentary thought or observation on the page with her pen. Therefore, writing poems about pictures is DOUBLY releasing MOMENTS, capturing them in the frame and then on the page. How can we further these expressions? What other forms of art can be implemented to convey an anecdote through abstract or concrete expression?

Let's understand why we do what we do while we continue to do it.

Do it.

herbert humperdinck once said...

suburban hills

when the state gave me license
to move on four wheels
i'd find unknown neighborhoods
and wind myself astray
deeper and further into
infamiliarity
lost between the geminis and virgos
courses, avenues,
streets roads & lanes
until i'd find my way back
in disappointment
i'd search to get lost again
you see,
the signs try to tell you,
direct you,
where to go
but i know
it's those invisible signs
where time and destination
matter least
and the hand on your knee
is the sign that
we're free

nm.

back - -

where were you yesterday? we were supposed to meet at Fay's for milkshakes and rollerblade booty slides down the aisles. my mom grounded me for sliding down the banister again. that's dumb. well, do you want to eat as many popsicles as we can in an hour? sure. let's go to your house, though. my brother is playing dungeon's and dragons with his friends. alright.

WHAT COMES NEXT?

when he returns

this is where we'll sit
on our vacation
and butterflies land on my
floral print pants
sun is warm through the fabric
the air smells real
unconcerned with one another
too fascinated with life
and the stories we'll tell
whoever speaks next
will be worth listening to.
excited and full of wonder
around that curve
we're in no rush
just don't leave
we've only just began
years in the making
big leather purse
with nothing inside
he takes my picture
just to remember
exactly what he was thinking
every moment is the best

what is love?