Powdered salt snowflakes Dusted on stubborn dead leaves Life’s perfect white noise
I hope you have her desire for ord… With a bit of mine to vex And my penchant to look ever inwar… Tempered with hers to project I hope you have my cool demeanor
My baby’s got Curly red hair Shimmering eyes Freckles to spare Likes to play games
The only difference Between enlightenment and ignoranc… Is seeing your own magnificence
I crave the things I like And not the ones I don’t If that makes me an addict, then Apologize I won’t
Would you wanna hang out some time To see if dreams maybe align Feels like our rhythms could be rh… And these voices might harmonize
The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.
I had to shut everyone out To find my Self So I could let everyone in
I thought that she Could be the one I thought that we Were having fun And then I spoke
I’ll tear myself from limb to limb For you to suture up again It feels like the perfect win/win To play our roles, morals and sin
I knew I loved you When I looked in your eyes Recollection of places Not seen in a while Bright, sunny, and free
I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
I need to get him out So he feels the treat Of an empty bladder Grass beneath his feet
It’s really hard to get inside My inner circle, past my spies But if you think it’s worth a try You just might find a paradise