Blue is the ring around my boyfriends eyes
when the light hits them.
Blue is the weird color I never used in kindergarten,
because I thought it was for boys.
Blue is the smell of salt and the sound of seagulls
on a Tuesday afternoon in Huntington.
Blue is the shade of my wristband for Horror Nights
the first time I went with my love.
Blue is the color of my ripped denim jeans I wore
to pick up my sister from the airport.
Blue is what I painted my toes the
morning of my mom’s wedding.
Blue is the feeling my family felt,
when we lost a loved one.
Blue is the stain on my carpet
when I was painting my brothers skateboard.
Blue is the electricity and the anticipation,
before a concert starts.
Blue is the color my sister said she hated,
but always used when doing her eyeshadow.
Blue is the color that holds memories
and reminders of the little big things in life.
If space had more than a billion stars
I would still bring them down for you
I will make you a necklace
I would take the moon as a ring
And distance as a thread
And wrap it all up
Circling it into a wristband
So you have the world in your hand
And I have you with me
And we could face the remaining stars from Jupiter
Counting the constellations and painting more
And you'd have half the universe in your dress
And half I would express
And your laugh could make it more
If I sat down with you all night
If we gaze those dim lights in the sky
Galaxies will be shyer,I'm sure
I will find enough to access
I will make a perfect necklace
Stardust would confess
So you'll wear it like a smile
And you hold the world in your hand
And I hold that remained
So I that have you
And you have me
we pull the car over
photo op for a toddler
a scintilla of snow
moments like this
a kiss from God
~
arms are open wide
for a Vermont bouquet
a spectacular display of poppies
“honey, honey!
stop the car!”
i pose aunt and uncle
then spouse and i
~
a poetry tree found
on the side of the road
(breathless)
i needed to know
what was its name
taking photosnaps of
its fine mimosa leaves
and that is not all
by any means
for a honeysuckle scent
picked me up
sent me hurling back
to childhood
my wristband pulses
throb with innocence
unwrinkled in time
sublime perfection
of snippets
momentary euphoria
in flora that lifts
me up by the nose
gathers tulips
into the mind’s
vacuous space
between the eyes
~
the autumn winds
that caress my face
make me blush
prop me up
in a high school stadium
cheering with peers
throwing confetti
stomping feet
~
i adorn the quilt
of God’s good favor
wrapped around
my shoulders
we yearn for time travel
past and future
why don’t we realize
grace has already complied?
A wristband man
followed me closely
jogging
I imagine he will try
to grab me, stuff me
in the bushes any
minute
He just runs, wheezing
on.
No lady is cheap and dude's are not fools, the lady you've been chasing for over 12 months was in bed with a guy just three days after they met.
The lady you had in your bed in less than a week, is being chased by another guy for over 18 months. If she sees a quality in you and falls for you, never stand anywhere and say she is CHEAP.
And to the ladies: The guy who lavishes on you never bought even a wristband for his ex. If you are lucky he's so much in love with you, don't think he's a fool.
Don't take him for GRANTED, Don't see any GUY to be a FOOL ,someone being good to you doesn't mean he is fool. Both should learn to appreciate!!!
Have I spoken well?
Whites a color that is pure
Like a lot of things I'm sure
Can be named and described well
In poem I'm about to tell
Snow is glistening and shiny
Creating flakes from huge to tiny
A white car with two kids urgin'
To stay young, sweet and a virgin
A little white ball of fur
Curled up on your lap to purr
White flowers upon your wrist
Jr. Prom and a first kiss
A tiny arm and white wristband
A newborn cry is heard and grand
A bride wearing lace long and white
Who saved herself just for this night
White honor sash is wrapped around
A graduate with cap and gown
The purest thing that I can mention
Will grab everyone's attention
Wings of white so they can fly
Spreading love as they pass by
Angels full of joy and hope
There's nothing better
To help us cope
12/30/2013
Her pain provokes an anger deep
from within..
A hatred so ugly even the devil
himself looks in disgust as he shakes
an icy chill from his thorny spine.
Her struggle pains me..
A deep, searing pain in my chest; I
close my eyes and picture cold steel
hands ripping open my chest cavity
and tattooing words of hate and sin
on my heart itself. An excruciating
burn that ignites my insides like
Satan setting fire to a fresh
delivered batch of tormented souls..
I hate her pain. I hate her struggle.
Nay, I loathe them to my core, to
the pit of my guts, to the last drop
of blue blood from my fresh
squeezed body.
How can I help?
what can I do?
Besides sit idle and watch the love
of my life, the woman that gives me
motivation to jump to the stars and
reach my dreams, gives me the very
air I breathe in my lungs; struggle in
pain.
The look on her face as these two
things I hate torment my angel, rips
my soul right out of my body and
dangles it in front of me laughing,
mocking me as it smashes it to the
ground and stomps all over it..
"not any longer," I say to myself tugging impatiently at the pink wristband on my arm.
"I will not give up this fight."
And then the focus came from the ground
Where leaves go and love grows
And how the brain burns
In the flashing pace of heavy guilt
The still-watered moments
Borne out of raisins and ants
And everyday smiles
I'll live today on this couch
This couch isn't mine and I'm wearing a wristband
As clear as day there is sunlight in our eyes
I walk outside