#160
Time
i wish i had more of it
for all the books
and all the songs,
the films and paintings
to fill my eyes,
the games, and languages,
the conversations and thoughts,
the concepts the grasp,
and flowers to bloom,
the midnight skies,
and smells, the things to create,
the children to raise,
but if i could choose one,
one thing to enjoy forever,
it would always be you.
#161
Accidental, expensive coffee
sits so bitter, so unlike
any sips sat beside you,
drinking the worst weak brew,
or burnt batch, things matter so little
now that i have something that matters so much.
#162
There on our shelves sit all the stories,
the stories we told ourselves
didn’t exist, the story of fiction
easier to accept then the truth between
the lines. Worse still sit the stories
that we wrote ourselves, resting cherished
above the one’s we loved as children,
on a shelf of alleged pretend the boldest
truth, is which spines have the most creases,
and pages most wear. Why did we stop reading
the best stories, and why did we choose the
safety of shelves then the joy of books
tucked behind our pillows?
#163
The next time we play this game,
and dance around one another,
lets play our hands a little quicker,
a little faster
fore folding to you has been too sweet
and it was too long between our turns.
#164
Sometimes,
i forget to rhyme,
and lose my structure
mid-sentence, amongst
a calamity of poetic faux-pas.
Which begs what the point is?
Why hide i love you
in trite language when it’s
those three words
that drove me to
write you a poem anyways?
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Take care, call your family, tell them you love them.
wazoo!
-Mr. Write