Sharing the Same Room (Thump Thump), Written in 2007

Sharing the Same Room
Thumping
Hammering
As loud as ever
radiating its beat across the room.
This heart of mine will never slow its pace
my blushing becomes apparent in your eyes
your sudden smile rocks me
I’m left completely disarmed
I’m not complaining
but this heart…
I must calm it
but no
not while you remain in this room
every inch of me screams to move
to move closer to you
to kiss you
touch you
to brush against you
anything at all
I’m sick of the screaming, really I am
quiet, behave
but only because I told myself I would
and there you sit
charming as ever
the sudden curl
movement of your lips
a smile
throws my heart into a dead sprint.
yes
beating faster and faster still
thump, thump, thump,
beating out of my chest
lurching towards you
and there you sit
smile growing
blooming, if you will
warring with myself
sorting through the feelings
feelings I should not harbor at this point in time
yet there you are, and there they are.. those feelings
thump thump thump
the drum that is my heart
I could scream
not at you
but at myself
and my crazey heart
out of control
maintain control,
All the while
my lips have curled upwards
a smile of my own
how could I not?
your smile, it’s a beautiful thing
you, are a beautiful thing
something I want for my own
movement
It was a foot
was my foot
one step closer
five more and I tower over you
how awkward
but still you sit
perfectly still
you are patient
something I’ve never had when it came to you
a statuette you are
and a lovely one at that
unbearable
the distance is unbearable
five steps are unbearable
we don’t know what real distance is
three steps come all too quickly
a lapse in my control
two away
and you’re standing
breath escapes me
and again I forget how to inhale

The Written Word, Written 6/13/2011

The Written Word


I adore the raw written word
even the illegible and absurd,
saving what will go unheard.

A tangible promise written on paper
a chorus of words to be kept for later
or scribbles to be stashed away
and retrieved on yet another day,
I love them in every way.

Words work to release what’s inside
make known our thoughts, and relieve the mind.

Writing allows me to be unique
and free the sentences I’ll never speak
for fear of feeling small and weak,
instead they’re here for your critique.

To Say the Least, Written 6/10/2011

To Say the Least


You're desirable in the oddest way
perhaps it's all the words you refuse to say
or how I could spend forever and a day
letting our conversations stray
float far away where off the mountains they relay
and come back to play.
Lets do hope they stay.
My thoughts and actions you do disarray
while very little attention I may pay
whilst you're standing in my way
assuring me all shall be okay
and with that, my trust in you I lay.

Ocean Side, Written 6/8/2011

Ocean Side

Oceans will turn again in my eyes
as they flit from the water back to star speckled skies
eagerly anticipating a long awaited sunrise
that I’ll soon see reflected through your eyes, so alive.
The most beautiful thing my mind can surmise,
the sun breaches the surface here on ocean side
and pushes towards us the oncoming tide
while all the stars have stashed away to hide.

Much later in the day
the sun will set on the bay,
but by the ocean I’ll stay
as long as our hands do not fray and fall away,
to my dismay.

Out Loud, Written 6/6/2011

Out Loud


Screaming malicious rantings worth wishing down a well.
Every enzyme come alive in every living cell.
Succulent shrieking steer me clear
cultivate my cravings, drop a bass worth busting an ear.
Create a rift worth the while of my rivalries,
crowd fighting feverish for the frequent casualties
all the while relinquishing the subtleties
to produce the shakes, later resulting in multiple earthquakes.
Quickly, accelerate the beat’s pace
and give me a name for this familiar face.

Rather Than, Written 6/3/2011

Rather Than

I would rather feel physical pain,
than what goes on within my brain.
I would rather the entire world collapse,
than to witness your heart again relapse.
I would rather have no ideas at all,
than these festering monsters that begin so small.
I would rather offer up my sight,
than see your wings refuse their flight.
I would rather send you on your way,
if it prolonged your happiness for one more day.

Permanently Absent, Written 6/3/2011

Permanently Absent



I’m stuck a million miles away inside my head
trying to create a world worth living in
with not even that audacity to desert my bed
and face disappointment once again
and even if life were hanging by a thread
sadly enough I’d reside within my head
creating romance from the novels I’ve read
swimming somewhere with water easier to tread
inside the ocean that is my head.