One Reason

The Bridge Ain't Over

 I want to feel as though the tippy top of the bridge is just inches away from the tips of my fingers.
Just a tippy toe away from touching the sun.
Glorious traffic in my veins, a life supplying freeway of wonder.
Send me to the stars shining music for the gods to groove to.
Groove with me on the level and let the vibes fly.
Let's do it now, are you ready?
And then the beat drops.

Life Force

 You are the error of my ways.
And I, my own executioner.
Take the blame wherever I so choose
to place it.
The impulses that drive the breath from my lungs,
the reason I rise each afternoon,
it's you and you know it.
You let me live and I thank you for it.
Welcome yourself to all of my
being.
Make yourself at home within my fears.
Put your feet up on my heart and don’t bother dusting them off first.
Use me,
I want you to.
Love me with pins and needles
until all the seams are flawless.

Sugar

 Sweet like
pepper-coated
peanut butter
pinecones.

Making no sense rationality
escapes me.
your "love"
escapes me.
Wishing I could
escape me.

My soul cant stop loving you.
My soul cant stop loving you.
My body stopped loving itself
without you near it.
And my voice suffers from
self-induced migraines
because you aren't there
to over power it
with your
off-key melodies.

Amazing.
Just amazing,
How I cant feel myself
anymore.
Because it's been
almost
seven days since I
heard your voice.
Even knowing
where your lips have been.
Where your lips have been.
Where have your lips been?
Because mine have been lonely.
Wouldn't taste the same
because she tasted
you too.
Never cried.
Like I did when I
knew for sure
I...

Lyric

 I sang for you and you loved me
in that moment.
My voice caressed you and I saw you
close your eyes.
You sang with me and I
loved you too.
You were my lyric.
I was your song.

A Poet's Soul

 If only you knew what love does to a poet's soul.

I've emptied numbers of pens unknown with thoughts of you,

in different hues on various surfaces,

you live through my words and don’t even know.

You raped my creativity,

violently forcing yourself into the tips of many writing utensils,

impregnating page after page with the seeds you've planted in my heart.

The sweetest kind of lethal injection when I feel you inside me.

If only you knew what love does to a poet's soul.

It half-fills notebooks with caffeine-crazed sonnets in your honor,

ignoring the boiling anger held towards you that went away half-way through the second tall coffee.

It writes poetry on Starbucks cups while she should be in class but cant,

because her mind is so conflicted over you.

It makes your insides dance, laugh. cry, sing, and scream out of control because there are just too many

feel...

Village People

 Fourth bench down between the second and third
Pier, chill October winds graze the small tree
That hides us from watchful eyes.
So secretly we walked on the abandoned side of the
Street, just us alone.
We talked all the way down Christopher Street
And we sat alone, me wearing my hood.
Beneath my green cloak all I could see was your lips
And as they neared mine my heart stopped.
The first kiss of many happened on that night, the
New Jersey skyline twinkling across the waves.
Our lips parted, nine o’ clock and the fireworks
Flew across the ferris wheel.
You lifted my hood, looked in my eyes and I
Had to kiss you again.
It took a year to tell you I fell in love on that bench,
But you knew because I tried to deny your kiss
But when it was over my eyes were still closed.

He Said Hello Today

 Like having my soul extracted from the tips of my eyelashes,
I ache for the love that was never
mine.
Nevermore, said the raven
reiterated from the lucious lips i used to kiss
daily.
My broen heart beats beneath the floorboards,
I wonder if he can hear.
If he could hear would he listen?
Or pass it off as the pounding
of pangs of guilt,
manifested into auditory hallucinations
from the realization that he
drove me to do it.
He drove me there and I
hung on for the ride fr so long.
So long,
my love.
Goodbye.
Nevermore. Are you sure?
Is that what you really want?
I dont think so.
Dont think so low of me. For what?
I had to do what I had to do
to save m sanity,
with no success.
You see,
I had to go.
Had to get out.
Befoe I got ou of control.
Why did you have o be so control...

One Reason

 I did the things i did, not because of any chronic daze,or liquored haze.

Oh no

.I did it all with one motive in mind.

You see, I had a really good reason for a really long time.

If an angered life giver stole one,in exchange for the one who sprang forth from her very womb,

who could blame her?

Not I said the sheep. Not I said the cow.

Nor you or I could dare raise a voice in protest out of no reason other than societal obligation.

That's why I did the things I did,

because i had a really good reason for a really long time.

The man who stabs his brother born of the same universe,

to ensure the next breath of woman who told him "I do "is a monster in whose eyes but the slain?

You may whisper, you may criticize, you may put him away for life

but no matter your staion or position in life you couldn't say,

wouldn't dare attempt to utter,

couldn't bare to stray...