No disguise needed,

no cries bequeath the blessed.

No alibis needed,

no lies need to rest.

Know my devotion never depleted,

know you had me at first breath.

Know I’m committed to your side,

no matter the depth.

Like the past, pass this lifetime,

I'll find you again in the next.

I do do not like this world at all

I do not like it as I fall

I do not like the way I feel 

I do not like the crusty wheel

I do not like that time repeats 

I do not like the taste of sweets 

I do not like it just one bit

I do not like that this won't quit

I do not like red souls and hate

I do not like them on my plate 

Would you, could you in a hole

Climb a tree as just a soul?

Would you, could you float through space

Just to flee the human race?

I would not, could not in a hole

Climb a tree as just a soul 

I would not, could not float through space 

Just to flee the human race 

I do not like eternal life

I do not like blood on a knife

I do not like the sound of hope

I do not like a hanging rope 

I do not like the baby's cry

I do not like to question why

I do not like it just one bit

I do not like that this won't quit

I do not like red souls and hate 

I do not like them on my plate 

Would you, could you go to Hell-

Stay and play and dance and dwell?

Would you, could you stoke the flame-

Call the devil by his name?

Say, I think that I could dwell

With those hapless fools in Hell

Call the devil by his name

Raptured in his fiery flame!

I like my life and where it's at

I like it now, and that is that

I love them now upon my plate 

I love to eat red souls and hate 

#poetry #DrSeuss #supernatural 

I am a sheep dog standing ever vigilant 

Watching over the flock

I'm a crash of thunder 

With my hand on the clock

I'm a rain drop dancing on your glass 

You see me in your rear view 

And lure me in your car with cash

I'm a puppet tangled in my own strings on the floor

I'm the wrinkles on the face of a woman scorned 

Who's standing with one foot out the door

I'm the star that never got to shine

I'm lost in space and time

I'm the sculptor who spent his entire life

But never got it right

I'm the poet

Who didn't commit suicide

I'm a child of god

Who never got his fathers approving nod

I'm your first slow dance

At the beginning of love

I'm that first glance

I'm the hopeless romantic who cried in the street

I'm the shame in the eyes of the poor in need

I'm dirty jeans and a long limousine

I'll be most amazing thing you've ever seen

Tomorrow

I'm always your cup half full

 Of sorrow

I'm a rite of passage

Right or wrong

I'm the ruined sheets of your first love song

I am that song

I'm the first light that breaks on a loaded ash tray

A superhero with a broken leg and a torn cape

I'm the sword of the knight who fought in lands first found

I'm the spit on the chin of the wheelchair bound

Who will fight your battles for you?

I'm what a dog is to a lifetime on a chain 

I'm a needle who craves a vein 

Lost in haystack 

I'm a ticket to the vanity fair 

Snorting lines of desert air

I'm a second city street light

I stop and rob and fly by night

I'm the hate you love

The love you hate

I'm the desire to repeat your same mistakes

Brutal comfort and a cold shiver

I'm a whiskey bottle and black liver

I'm loaded dice

So tell me

What's your vice?

Have you loved too much?

I'm the wisdom you've abandoned 

I'm the truth you've demanded

I'm the rust on the lock

Holding tight to the box

Holding tight to the enigma of life

I'm a 1000 mile journey 

That wears on the soles 

I'm the body on the gurney 

Hidden in the folds 

I'm the last chance

The first dance

A pony who can't prance 

First place for the worst in show 

I'm that bird on the wire 

The drunk in the choir 

The penny you always find face down

I'm alone in a crowd

I'm the crack in the leather

The crack in street  

I'm the gutter you pillage 

When you're desperate to eat 

I'm the pop in the vinyl

The tiny space the needle skips 

I'm the nostalgia you can't seem to forget 

That's where I live 

That little gap 

It holds everything, doesn't it?

I'm the name you cry 

When you've forgotten your own

December's first breath you feel in your bones

The reason daddy decided to leave you alone 

I'm the reason you're glad he never came home 

I'm the distance in your eyes

The strap that holds your lovers disguise 

Is that why you hide? 

I'm not each one of those tiny breaths

But the pause in between 

The short silence of knowing 

Baby, I'm all you have left 

I am innate

Intuitive

Silly when I'm naked

       (That makes two of us)

Inanimate 

Flesh and blood you can't help

But scratch at it

I am wise beyond my years

The instinct of fear

Survival of the slimmest

I'm the pageant for the fittest 

The high school girl 

Who just wants to be prettiest!

I'm the power in her chest

The voice from her tongue 

Who's behind the gym

Spilling her lunch

I'm everything you always wanted

I'm proof you want too much

Would it be strange 

if I told you your hair 

smells of this old bookstore 

don't take this the wrong way 

I've found treasure this way 

before

unconsciously led by my nose 

I've followed that scent 

and where it always goes

to a place I've already been 

and like your hair 

I bury my face there

my hand gentle with the spine

there are others there

I'm aware

but I must say

I'm greedy with my finds

bound but broken

I hold you close

at that moment 

you're all mine 

I open you

my finger runs your calligraphy curves

at the beginning of each line

I'm not here for substance 

tired of mass production 

I wanted a one-of-a-kind

the wear and where you've been

makes you interesting 

rips slips and tiny stains

that come with time

I love not knowing 

what is missing 

and long to discover what you hide

So here I stand 

with groceries in hand 

lost in my mind 

so many times 

before 

wondering 

would it be strange

if I told you your hair 

smells of this old book store

Silly boy

Was the connection never made?

That the girl who so easily lost track

Of each beloved bobby pin

Would just as easily

Lose track of you?

How can you be afraid of heights when you stand so tall?

Simple. You're just afraid to fall.

You don't fear the ascension

Or the peak

And definitely not the climax

You're just afraid to fall

You get high on being high

And worse, you've grown dependent

But never, never tolerant

I guess a short girl like me terrified you

Reminded you

Of what the ground looked like

How being down to earth felt like

What the noise of the little people sounded like

What having mud on your face tasted like

What reality smelled like

Don't look down

You just might see yourself

I do my best writing when I'm alone. 

The cacophony of city sounds

enshrouding me like a tomb. 

I can hear the lives of others here, 

Though I don't even breath. 

I am drowned in discourses.

Life has a throb in this place, 

A thudding pulse of life

And endless possibility. 

But I slumber inside quietly. 

A sleeping giant

With no castle to call home. 

The razor wire of my misconceptions

Folds nicely into two. 

This fated endeavor

Was doomed from the beginning. 

But there is laughter, 

And sometimes tears

Inside this bird-caged heaven.

Repose can still be sweet, 

Though often daunting

In its ravenous piercing dart. 

So I cling to what I know

And discard old truths gone bad. 

Tomorrow is another day

To paint the story.