There’s 12 months in a year
Three for the Autumn months where the leaves fall orange The missing you is at its beginning Three for the Harsh Brisk winter where everything is white With the high point being in December seeing you and sharing Christmas and a Half New Year The full New Year Celebration will come but let’s just leave that to another poem Where was I? The harsh winter months change from I miss you to I needeth you. Need to keep you warm at night. Need for me to do right Yet the 3 months of Spring show signs of something better. A pinch of the future in March with a weekend together A do or die struggle through last exams And a toast to it all in May. Then, there’s the last 3 months. Three out of Twelve a quarter. Stop reading this poem if I am wrong A quarter more. A quarter of where I could’ve spent my time elsewhere to make money Be greedy. Make the missing you turn sour. But the route I chose was to spend my last quarter with you My goodness that was such a blissful decision. There was the toast in May where Mama and the fam saw how you got down Squeezing into the chair with me. Then there was June 4th finally an anniversary where there was no rush. The moment where my pocket took a breath and said to your pocket “Thank You Dear” The first time I rode shot gun with my baby at the wheel. From there on we saw travels to unfamiliar places North, South, East, and West. I took a step back and let you see new places familiar in my eyes but a lost wonder to yours July 4th Redemption Day Ode to a spectacular anniversary of America but more importantly Us We pranced out with our sandwiches. One chair One love in tow With a 3rd wheel slipping in. The sun fell low and the music rang through the air “Got me up all night all I’m singing is love songs.” And as the music softened we played on snaking through a crowd On a mission like James Bond with his woman. The mission was for us to say, “All I see is fireworks” And that was mission accomplished Our 4th of July redemption was met The pace of summer quickened and so did my age. With that a new mission was to walk across the burning sands and take in the limelight of the beach A quarter more I was blessed to have The sun blazed brightly on what was a birthday to remember Stepping off the bus looking at you. Mesmerized like a married couple on vacation. The phones turned to off and just a day for the two of us. My heart didn’t know what to say The skin did scream the next day sun burn but there was more to come It’s come upon August and here we are again. Through triumph and failure. Matching shirts in tow Fifteen months experience in tow A quarter more of time spent together instead of away. A love changed over and over. I love you & I love this quarter more that I got to spend with you
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We both spent time star chasing
I chased and leaped to reached after stars Some were too hot, some too fast, Some were just dull rocks. But then there was another She wasn’t ordinary But she rather glistened before my eyes so extraordinary I chased after her and took a daring leap I caught on to her, my star I didn’t drag her down She gave me the ability to fly with her hand in hand Keeping us from falling from so high above the land You are my star You are that gleaming light that flies beside me The bit of light that won’t blind me Or leave me to fall to the ground Yet one might say stars can’t be touched Stars really will roast and cook thee. So maybe I’ll be more literal like a book But not just any book You are my encyclopedia Who I’ll forever study from cover to cover And learn every bit of every page of what you are Read each and every word Cherish like a child’s favorite book Respect the page leafs and book covers Embrace every bit of knowledge provided on your pages Highlight every significant chapter Starting with not the introduction page Its description of past lacking relevancy Thus start with page one, A spring day in April Flipping pages to another day, An elegant night in May Ravishing pages of summers evenings Meanwhile writing pages together of the future Yet also reading this page about you my star Stars, hide my fires; Let only you see my deep desire To spend forever with you. Silence
Silence is golden Commonly seen at movie theaters right before that epic thing you call a movie starts. But what if silence wasn't golden it wasn't this royalty color but merely a ghastly hand breaking through crust and mantle making the lips quiver makin the hair tremor like Taiwan leaving your eyes to swirl like a not too long ago chile. Silence you yell and beckon to others to shut up but. I'd rather sit and hear the what we call pointless conversations. Silence makes thee cringe at a slow painful death almost inevitable. Something called a Depression. It scares me. I clasp my short hair strands and let my shrieks subdue me for how so ever long they last. No echos to restrain the tears. Silence you take that anorexic thing that you call your Index finger and take your colorless and somehow opaque nail and carve Into my chest. You're a cat and I'm your tall scratch post that talks and I can't say not one single word because silence is golden. But what's so golden about it if it makes you want to perch on top of the empire state building and go for a dismount. Leaving silence broken with you cracking the air. Soaring through the sky from silence thoughts broken am I trying to remove myself and let silence live and be this bull crap golden. With locked eyes I prepare for death only to open them once more to see the sky blue walls and the ever so shy sun shining into the room. Overcome by silence. I caress walls just to keep sound. Scratch at pale skin just to run once more. Cough when not sick just to keep in front. Nothing else to hold back silence from catching me. It soars over me with quiet flapping hawk wings. Clawing at the eyes. I half nod and yelp from the tail of my tongue Ugly Silence! but Well so they say silence is golden. |
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