"Sherry will go with you, if you ask",
A Seventh grade girl whispered to me
"Go where?", I asked, sensing a new task
She smiled and said, "Go steady silly!"
"Oh", I said, not sure what that meant
Girls were such a daunting endeavor
Steady sounded like a stable event
But how do we do it together?
Now in this friendship with a twist
I felt much more than a little naive
Her "Sherry" bracelet on my wrist
Secretly covered up with my sleave
One time she told me on the phone
She had a new one piece bathing suit
"Which piece I asked" ,my mind fairly blown
She then accused me of trying to be cute
Mom by chance the bracelet did see
She said, "You're too young for this,"
"Break it up and don't say it was me."
So I did before we had a first kiss
After that our love had no chance
We'd see each other but not speak
I felt bad about my first romance
We went steady almost a whole week!
Categories:
sleave, cute love, growth, humor,
Form: Rhyme
a call to the west
we must clearly confess
all of life is a big test
through pillars of sought after dignity
others will just do what they please
some getting knocked to their knees
what are we protesting for ?
with billboards of promise offering so much more
yet we move to soon in our gloom
troubled hearts are so many
why do we even disagree
social media making history
where is our dignity
Trump has got something up his sleave
a moral chance at one willing to achieve
we want a blast from the past
to tell us of our future
barbed wire fences
one hand to hold a heart will mend
when will we ever understand
seeking pillars of truth
fighting in the street with a busted tooth
we are all getting caught up in the mix
everyone is looking for their next quick fix
what are we protesting for ?
many having claim it being so very 1964
Categories:
sleave, art,
Form: Free verse
we met at a dance
next wild romance
yet at a glance
there was a glimmer in her eyes
filled with a surprise
as the many years would pass
having every reason to grasp
we both went our seperate ways
getting lost in a purple haze
then one day I heard a knock on my door
as I opened she was standing there without a care
yet this time I was married
still she carried on stronger then ever before
what was her cheif aim & ploy
she wanted me back
I almost had a heart attack
even when I told her no she held on
one thing led to another and we we both under the covers
told her to leave but she soon had some things under her sleave
one night while dining with my family alone
there was some foot steps coming from my cellar something strong
my wife was terrified but I looked deep into her eyes and reassured her every thing was fine
then the she was appearing out of no where with a knife in her hand
a fight ensued she was in no good mood
inside I snapped next thing I knew the woman was on the floor dead
there was many things going on inside my head
now I was convicted of murder but my wife testified on my behalf
it was fatal attraction in action
Categories:
sleave, art, autumn,
Form: Free verse
Tangled hearst sore and fly
My sarrows to day did die
You have freed me from the past
I can love again at last
So I give you my heart as a keep sake
To hold, love and not break
I trust you to be there
I trust you to care
You are a strong man who understands
Who I am and still holds my hand
Your touch is warm and kiss so true
I know I can trust you
You wont use me and leave
You know I wear my life on my sleave
I am here for you and you are there for me
My sweet sweet man how can it be
I never thought Love was real
But I can't stop how I feel
So tangled hearts sore and fly
With you only tears of joy will I cry
Categories:
sleave, boyfriend, faith, happiness, love,
Form: I do not know?
I wear my heart on my sleeve but I have no shirt just thoughts of healing
It is red and hurts so much in pain this heart I speak of on my sleeve.
Love hurts it always has and lately it can also kill you and me.
Sex is a sentence a death sentence sex is a threat to your short life.
Sex makes your toes curl with the right girl sex can be something that is nice.
Show my pain and people panic show kindness they spite my existence.
Love is pain and sex is pleasure sex is love when two sex together.
It is a painful pleasuer this love/sex thing a lot like everything.
Pleasurable pain that last forever whatever forever is.
This heart on my sleave burns like fire satisfy my desire.
Sometimes sex is love to die for forever always suicidal.
Categories:
sleave, imagination, life, loss, science,
Form: Light Verse
Pieces of forever
Cast upon the ground
My hopes and dreams now turned to dust
Never to be found
While looking for a reason
A memory hits my sleave
The memory when you walked away
And I begged you not to leave
As I wipe away the liquid pain
I know our time has passed
Forever's not that long at all
Somehow it doesn't last
Categories:
sleave, life, lost love, memory,
Form: Rhyme
I carry with me,
My tragic remorse,
And trudge it along,
On this narrow course.
I put in my arms,
My mother's courage,
Her life, it runs through,
And enpowers me.
I drag behind me,
The loss of fine days,
Every day spent mad,
I regret in ways.
I put on my sleave,
The love of my life,
To carry it around
I will be his wife.
I put in the front,
No matter what it seems,
To push them forward,
My goals and my dreams.
Categories:
sleave, childhood, inspirational, life, mother,
Form: I do not know?
Band-aide's don't heal the wounds and never cover the pain...
Your sill left with scars that go deeper ,and the hurt still remains...
If your inside was out ,the world would see your worth...
And know what's behind that smile as we're on this earth...
The scars may just fade and the fears just sink in deep...
And surface from a dream even when your not asleep...
Its who we are today with our demons on our sleave...
To find that certain someone to hold and too believe....
Categories:
sleave, life
Form: Rhyme
Pain departed a sacred portion of human flash.
A devout detortion and flamboyant living dash.
Flagrant flaunt impregnate impish liege slash.
Slanderous sleave and pitiable pithecanthrope,
Pishogue sagacious mistranslated pish a girl rash.
Categories:
sleave, family
Form: Haiku
Every morning I wanna wake to your face.
Empty are the walls.
Bare is my soul for without you this is
just a place.
Head apon pillow deep in slumber without a care.
I curse shadows and lose
myself in the sent of her hair.
I miss you befor you even leave.
The foolish try.
Emotions are not hidden well
apon the sleave.
She saw the man befor the ghost.
The ship sits out off shore.
As the pain does linger just off
the coast.
In hand brings more comfort than
in heart.
You felt all.
So without warning you did depart.
Every morning just befor light chases
night away.
I sit and curse the reason I could no longer
stay.
Empty as the lost who's life
sit's in a cart.
To exist is a struggle when your
forever missing
the other half of your heart.
Categories:
sleave, angst, introspection, lost lovemorning,
Form: Rhyme