Crushed
Brisk air brushes through birch trees,
Tracing fingertip circles in the dust
Atop the mountain where lips pressed lips.
Peaks of snow in moonlit dusk,
Cameras clicking to the rhythm
Of heartbeats bleating as they fall.
Hours await for mascara rivers,
Weeks rush on for Q-tip rafts,
Rippling rapids knocking over,
Such lust, lovers never last.
The Purpose
The purpose of writing this piece, I do not know
This is pointless actually
To write and join in this challenge
To write about you again
I am typing string of words in a mindless manner
It is not because I am slow learner
I am trying to put everything I can say about you
When almost all my piece here and other sites are all about you.
There are questions I keep on asking myself
Why do I liked thee, my attention, how did you caught it?
Before you there's only one I could think of
You changed it and vanished him almost completely
There's no need to write things about you here
I adore you, I know you've already hear
To describe my feelings in this piece would seem to be pointless
If you want to know what I feel for you, you can read the poems I have written before.
I am closing now this entry with somehow mindless salutation
There would be no need to ask and convince about you, to stop thinking about you
The purpose of this is to tell everyone I won't stop writing about you
So this piece is just up to this.
What I Think of You
At first,
I thought you
Were like everyone else.
That you were curious,
Would bother me,
Ask a few questions,
Get bored,
Leave.
But you
Actually
Listened.
I would talk
And talk
About the things
That interest me.
You didn't
Get bored
And get annoyed.
You listened.
That felt good,
Having someone
To listen.
When I was upset
And needed silence
You understood.
You sat
Without speaking,
Without making me
Feel ashamed,
Or stupid,
Or silly.
Thank you.
My heart
From the moment I first saw you,
I knew that my world would never be the same
Whenever I see you, I happily yell your name, Annalise!
How my heart aches for you, my soul feels like it's found an everlasting mate
Maybe it's fate? No, I know I may never be with her,
For she is a goddess and I only a man.
Possibilities
I have never even seen the color of his eyes,
Or heard him say my name.
I did not even know what he likes to do.
When the sky is full of rain.
I hope that he likes to dance,
As praise to the water falling from above,
But even if that was true,
I would not yet call this love.
So what makes him different?
I guess it is my own curiosity.
I want to know more about him,
His eyes are the color of endless possibilities.
All I know about him,
Is that he wears a sweater every day.
While the other boys wear tshirts.
Also his forearm creases, in a perfect way.
He runs on my school's track team,
I know because I do as well,
And now I run even harder.
Because if I could catch up to him, that would be swell.
Because then, there is a chance that we would chat,
And he would ask my name,
When I tell him he would smile, and laugh
My world would never be the same.
Then big little moments, like a date at a cafe,
Or laying on the grass and staring at the stars.
A first kiss, and the promise of more
A world that would all be ours.
Then one day we would stand together,
Him in a suit, me in a gown of pure white.
He would take my hand in his,
And everything would feel all right.
Or maybe I will work so hard,
Only to find he hates to dance,
Or that he is dull and dumb,
Love should not be left up to chance.
Worst of all, what if he finds me odd?
My laugh too loud, or my face too round?
Or I show him this poem I wrote about him,
And he makes an awful disgusted sound?
So I am better off looking from afar,
Watching the boy four seats away,
Wondering if I could love the boy,
Who wears sweaters every day.
In my mind, he is sweet and kind,
He is everything I ever wanted him to be,
And our words will complement each other.
Oh, the magic and the uncertainty of possibilities.
It's the little things
That made me fall in love with you
The way you relax when it's just us
How your coiled, tensed posture
So reminiscent of a viper
Put on the second we step into the world
Always on guard, high alert
Ready to strike at a moment's notice
At the slightest provocation
Just melts away when we're alone
Your trust in me unspoken but clear
The way you sigh in your sleep
Your features soft, serene
No longer chiseled marble
How you pull me closer against your chest
Our fingers tangled together
Nuzzle against me and kiss my head gently
Your subconscious allowing the affection
You struggle to show when you're awake
The way you sing to me
In the car, at karaoke, around the house
Your eyes locked on to mine
Staring deep into my soul
Knowing exactly how I feel
What you're doing to me
When you sing my favorite love song
Like we're the only two people in the world
The way you know by how I say hello
When you call me after work
That something is wrong
That I need you
And how you refuse to let me hide
How you always make sure that I know
That you'll never let me face things alone
Always checking on me
Quietly loving me in your own way
The way your voice softens when you talk to me
Even when things aren't easy
How you aren't afraid to challenge me
Call me out, be honest
The difference between you with me
And you with the world
So free, so real, so unafraid
That genuine laugh, your eyes crinkled at the corners
Eyes meeting, comfortable silences
How natural everything feels with you
It's the little things
That keep me in love with you
Man on Deck
Too soon to speak of love,
too new to talk of trust,
no time for tempting promises,
just dancing, ribbons and lust.
Drawing water from your eyes
and several other places,
whispered whisker’s words
and nimble finger’s graces.
Endless nights in your wake
and many more still coming,
a knight to claim a stake
and send the furies running.
Morning sunshine’s window
clear and bright and stark,
sleepy lover’s pillow, she says,
“wake me when it’s dark”