Tired, sleeping on the keyboard

dreaming of grades...numbers...letters

Dozing over stanzas...paragraphs...pages

Shaking them off I rise.

I raise my weary head

Shake it all off.

the letters from their pages slip...fall

off the white page yet even on the screen

tipping it to the side...the letters gather

in the corner...huddled tightly together

Avoiding the wicked red pen!

They try to escape..they run...

they slip and slide.

Off to cower and shiver and hide.

The desire to correct is gone.

The wish to help sucked out.

The longing to say, "good job." feels wrong.

They did half of it..or none.

Oh here they come...

Mom and dad on the bone...

My backside hurts from the nips

My psyche aches from the assaults

My heart burns from the nerves

Will the onslaught subside?

Only when they are heard.

Only when they get their way..

Keep them home I say...

Let me teach...

Get outa my way.

Today the sun is out, and sunny.

So, it’s a bright bright day.

The birds are busy singing,

“Why are you inside?”

The windows let in the sun.

Sun calls to leave the walls.

Walls that keep me inside.

Inside my mind, but not outside

Outside there is peace.

Peace is given by the songbirds.

Songbirds who lull me to dozing.

Dozing poolside in the shade.

Shade is the shadow of calm.

Calm under the trees prevails.

Prevails as they guard the quiet.

Quiet and protective they stand.

Stand in the shade and shadow.

Shadow self is revealed to the breezes.

Breezes like a river of cool water,

Water down any thoughts that arise.

Arise they do to the branches.

Branches wide and strong.

Strong enough to hold them.

Them and their beckoning that I too sing along.

No

No strings

No strings attached

No attachments

No strings

No no…

Come hither

Come near

Come close

Just close enough

Keep a slip of space in between

Not between your skin

But between your hearts

And your feelings

So no strings can grow

So no strings can entwine

So no strings can attach

Ha! Got ya!

Now that there’s been time spent

It happened anyway

Push it away

push it back

But the heart still beats

Beats with the longing

Longing for attachment

Longing for strings

That it ultimately uses to hang itself

Because it knew

No

No strings

No strings attached

No attachments

No strings

No no…

“Friends” with what?

Don’t all “friends” have them?

They are there for the sad

They are there for the lost

They laugh and they cry

But do it together because

When done with another “friend”

There are copious “benefits”

There are hugs with “friends”

And love with “friends”

Then things change and morph

Now the “friend” is different

The hugs aren’t the same

The love is confusing

The “benefits” have started to cloud

The sunny days of the friendship

Because emotions pour from glands

And lips meet in new ways…and…

Where is the “friend” that came “with” the

“BENEFITS?”

Through your eyes...

do you see a girl

worth living for?

Through your eyes...

do you see a flower

worth growing?

Through your eyes...

am I worth the time

to wait?

Through your eyes...

am I a beautiful

goddess worth fighting for?

I want to be something

(anything)

to you.

I want to be worthy

of your gaze

(please look at me).

I want to see what you see

(I want to see if I’m worth love)

through your eyes.

LTR...

What’s that mean?

It’s part of the game

Guess who they are

But not by their name

Letter by letter you’ll see

It’s not the beginning

That’s just an “L”

It’s all in the ending

They might not want it

The “R” is the thing

Give them a flirt

Might find a fling

“LT” is what they think

Oh yeah baby lets

When they don’t show

That ends all bets

Long-term illness?

Long-term employment?

Long-term absence?

Long-term deployment?

Where’s the relationship?

Oh yeah it was all made-up

Who mentioned a relationship?

Oh yeah you’re all made-up

You are in my head

poking at my brain

and dashing away.

Your laughter echos

(echos)

filling the empty space

with a sickening sweetness.

You are leaving

footprints

on my circling thoughts

(and now I'm thinking of loving you).

get out of my head.

get out of my head.

get out of my head.

(You are in my head, and I'm okay with it)

Life’s not just an acronym

Even if someone makes you

“LOL”

It doesn’t mean they will again

Some days are funny

Some days are not

it brings light to a dark day

to be asked “wyd?”

Maybe it means someone cares

Maybe it means it’s just talk

For some it picks up their pulse

And turns up a smile

And crinkles an eye

So ask me, “hru?” and “wbu” any time

“bc” it matters and “idc” to explain why.