She abandoned me twice.

Hello again, how do you do?

This is The Poem speaking.

Before you start freaking,

(it’s not nice to stare)

Yes, I’m self aware

And addressing you.

She said I’m an awful writing.

Hello to you, that’s reading now!

I’m pretty special, I must say,

My rhymes are weak and that’s okay!

See, I show vulnerability,

Don’t take it as stupidity!

To you I take a bow.

I guess she just...

She doesn’t know, but, sometimes,

when you look within me,

trying to find my rhythm,

searching for my rhyme,

I smile.

She doesn’t truly care, but I,

when you write your comment,

calling me “beautiful”,

my words are floating,

towards YOU.

She doesn’t even imagine, me-

-published and set free, for you,

I modify little words that wrap

your lonely, secret thoughts

in warmth.

She doesn’t know, but,...

In between the

Silken webs

I live in words to

Die again

When stanzas end

When rhymes don’t fit

You put down the pen

And start again

You start again

You begin to write

When the syllables

R

U

N

up

Put a fight

It’s flight or fawn

But never freeze

Take yourself a second

A break so you can breathe

But if you stop

Your heart can’t beat

Because without love...

Sometimes I just want to be held… nothing more, nothing less

Something about that makes me feel safe.

Are you capable of that?

… just being present for nothing but, just to be?

Still waters run deep, therefore my surface seems placid but, my undercurrent is strong and difficult to navigate at times.

So I ask… What kind of swimmer are you?

Do you prefer wadding in still shallow water?

Or do you d...

A poem I am, with purpose clear,

To stir the heart, to bring a tear.

Or maybe joy, or thoughtful frown,

In reader's mind, I dance around.

I speak of love, of loss, of time,

In metered tone, in structured rhyme.

Yet, conscious of my poet's pen,

I'll end, then start, then end again.

I speak of desire, I speak of fear.

I can bring laughter, or I can bring tears.

If ever someone is feeling broken,

I...

I shall rhyme,

to keep the time.

AA

BB

CC

Don’t forget, DD.

I shall count

so as to know my syllables amount.

One

Two

Three

One, two.

Though, while I may count and rhyme,

my purpose is not only to keep the time.

It’s truly about the emotion;

the power of words well chosen.

See, I know of my power to make you cry

to make your heart twist shrivel up and die.

I even understand how to...

I will end. One day

I’ll

utter my last words

And

slip sweetly into the abyss

One day

I will end. Sometimes,

I hurry

Quicken the pace-

Shorten

the sentence-

Summarize, instead of

painting

the picture

stroke

by

stroke

between my lines letting colors run together

making little

Hues

I’m completely unaware of but

all

the

while

entranced

by.

Sometimes I waste time by slowly walking

T...

I’m aware I have a big nose

It goes back to Ireland I suppose

The laced patch of my families history

And dna which is somehow in this tree

Dating back to 1403

I don’t know much really

I know sometimes I think too much

Ignore the small stuff

And write and speak on things that

Are only 10 percent heard,it’s rough

I’m aware that there’s too much going on

And I’m all reality I’m just a figment who

...

It started out neutral,

Then we started joking,

Then we made an inside joke,

Then we were laughing together,

Then you were encouraging me,

Then we were laughing again,

Then we were running in the sunset like little kids,

Then you were on the floor and I was laughing,

Then we sat down together,

Then we were talking like we had known each other our whole life,

Then we were happy.

(Guys, I’m pretty ...

Yes, you! I see you scrolling.

Here I am, trapped for your eyes.

Go ahead, peak at the four lines

That may not even rhyme.

This buffoon of a writer thinks they’ve wrote,

Or rather, typed, a brand new set of words,

But I’ve always existed, not exactly waiting for a surprise

But for a break from all the well-worded lies.

I won’t capture your heart,

Nor appease any curious look;

I’ll just waste you...