My most popular* poems (I’m procrastinating)
3. On My Mind
5. Passing Time
7. The End
10. Old Money
- these aren’t my favorites, but some of my favorites might be included.
- hardest one to re-read was “The End”
- I remember more or less where I was in life for all of these poems and who or what inspired them.
*popular is a term used very loosely to note that in my sphere of existence, these poems got the most notes…for me.
Would you rather your inspiration came from her smile or in the bottom of a glass?
The class, her sass, her assets made you pay attention.
I failed to mention ulterior motives.
Votive offered in exchange for the promise of a more private locale.
The glass gathers condensation as she robs you of your concentration taking your blush for compensation.
You reach for your glass in desperation and clear it in one fell swoop.
You set it down and find yourself alone.
You search your memory for clarification and find out she was a figment. One of your imagination.
If I wrote you a love song
I would write it in braille
so that you could feel my words
Time Marches On
Things are different
Time changes immortal things
And renders them dust
There’s things that people understand
such as the good that’s done when you lend a hand
that when you breathe the tunnel air
it’s poison to your wishes there.
If this is common knowledge, good
but what about being understood
it hurts to put effort into an empty vessel
and find out that on the ground your efforts fell
it was no use to try your best
because their understanding is not at your behest
I have dreams and ambitions true
this existed before the love of you
In any time and place besides
there would be no problem, “the dude abides”
but the problem is “you understood all”
but you couldn’t read the writing on the wall
I thought it was clear as day
based off of things I would clearly say
But then, as now, you depend
on your own interpretation in the end
and in the end I’ll let it be
because you were never meant to fully understand me.
Green Apple Kisses
Oh what do you say
About this particular lady
Do you begin with the way
Her hair catches a ray
Of the sun or the one
Particular mark on her face
That make my lips give chase
While my ears give chase to her words
In words I know or languages I fail to understand
As I demand nothing of you but your hand
for a short moment in time
As I just enjoy your presence
What do I begin to say about such a woman?
I wouldn’t even know where to begin.
I didn’t know these things had to be caught
like a cold or a baseball or a criminal that fought
for the freedom to walk the streets for one more day
without the knowledge that he’d have to pay
for his crimes like I pay for these things
these emotions these things called feelings
Yeah I caught feelings like a disease that spread
from you to me not in the shower or on the bed
but in your eyes and in your smile
or the way that you walk through mile after mile
If you were to ask me though these things caught me
they chased me down for a nominal fee
I paid the price, but I didn’t have the money
So my heart is what you took when you threw away the key
I might have caught them they may have found me
but it doesn’t matter cause what will be will be
I hope that one day you will feel what I feel
but I just want to keep it realer than real
the straight up truth is that I lost this battle
but I have never been one to easily rattle
So I’ll have to live with what’s been done
and hope next time around I’ll win the next one.