KEY: N-Neighbor
"An armless heart steals the pause that a calming reveals," ... by The Poet
He said his peace then looked at his timepiece
like he's forgotten
supine the sullen skies that spat in his eyes and
smiles with caution
while's till a bus comes counts his coins if funds
costs ride enough
who's minding Harry hairy-a bit much Wheaton Terrier
if off the cuff
jointly waiting sits coolly so natural well school he was
poor little fella
Spring fair cause of tales and dreams whip full sails
winds of summer
ride home be no difference thoughts well in silence
right for a poem
of love a life of good deeds still faithful without needs
proud to know him
the longest ride home short for a good mind to roam
if nothing else
N: You're out just a bit." "Harry!" ["He chose you to sit,
best of my pals! |^| |^|
I'm ..."]->/BACK TO TITLE/ (reads note)
Categories:
wheaton, appreciation, death of a
Form: Rhyme
If I were Sheldon Cooper
You would be my Wil Wheaton
My personal nemesis
buried on Planet Genesis
My Wrath of Khan
Put this Fish in your Ear
It is not parasitic
and in no way will control
your thought process
It's just a poem
About how I feel
lost in translation
How you treat me
the meaning all but extinct
just like your feelings
desensitized by cartoons and video games
that is why I hate you
"You task me,"
with broken promises
"You task me,"
And today I shall be set free
For none of this is real
I Wil close my eyes
And nothing Wil have changed at all.
Categories:
wheaton, anger, planet,
Form: Free verse
Those long bus rides
between Urbana, Illinois and Wheaton, Maryland
were all in the interspace,
hours of smooth nothingness punctuated
by jangly nothingness
at change points like Cincinnati and Pittsburg.
Blurs in memory, dreamy,
taste of intensly needed sandwiches
and the desperate need to be clean.
Long half-sleep voyages
through fantasy, through needle-sticking
drives, ********, thirst,
looking out of the window for relief,
only to see darkness.
Categories:
wheaton, animal, freedom, life,
Form: Free verse
What did I do to make you me so much?
Why did we have to lose our friendship and trust?
I don't know what I did
But all I know is I'm sorry for being who I am
If you can't trust me then who can you trust
You never loved me
And blocked me
My eyes hurt so bad from crying
I can't feel, see, Breathe or be me ANYMORE!!
Dedicated to Adam Wheaton, I don't know what I did to deserve
To be shunned away from you. . . But I'm REALLY and TRUELY sowwy. . .
Categories:
wheaton, me, me,
Form: I do not know?