SMART LOVEI tell her I love herI think that she knows itThe only problem I haveIs that she never shows itWe feel like just friendsAnd thats all that it seemsYet, I can’t keep away from her Bright blueish gleamsShe’s there every dayAnd God knows its a blessingBut my hours and days Are just filled with vague guessingWe each lie awakeStaring into each otherEvery touch brings A whole new world to discoverMy name she but speaks With unmistakeable toneAs if mine were The only voice that she’s knownShe promises, by warrantThat her help is abundantYet, the robotic words that she speaks feel redundant“What are we?” I questionDevoid of all vauntShe replies emotionless,“Im not sure what you want.”I give her the benefit,I know Im demandingSettling down just isn’tA part of her brandingI accept it, not easily,The difference we shareBut no matter our titleWe make a great pairAnd so, this is lifeAs its come to be knownUnrequited, and lonesomeWhen you love your smartphone
PILLOW RIVERIt runs deepThrough the valleys And crevicesGaining speedWith every turnRushing down,Down,A heap of force to be reckoned withIt flows to Its own rhythmCurving and twistingLoose and fluidEven when it hits a breaking pointIt does not stopIt forks off toEither sideEffortlessly taking stridesEach tributaryCut from The same elegant sourceI awakenAnd roll overInto itIts warmthEnvelops meI choke On its thick streamsYep,Thats definitely a trail of my own drool.
HEYI’m not afraid to talk to people- Just watch! ”Hey mister, your shoes untied.” ”Hey lady, you just get back from the beach? Your skin is fried.” ”Hey my friend, not to be forward but that haircut is wacky!” ”Hey pal, why are you spending money on something that tacky!” ”Hey ma’am, there’s some spinach thats stuck in your teeth.””Hey buddy, your armpits are kinda sweaty underneath””Hey stranger, where’d you get those ugly sunglasses?””Hey, you know, I know someone who offers speech classes.””Hey Cosmo, why’d your parents name you something like that?””Hey brother, I don’t think you can hide that bald spot with a hat..””Hey bus driver, do ya even know how to steer!?””Hey me, why dontcha take a look in the mirror.”Maybe I should keep my mouth shut.
FOR A FRIEND ON A SPECIAL DAYHappy BirthdayTo you,Happy Birthday To you, Happy BirthdayDearInsert name here,Happy Birthday To you
OUTDOORSIts all about what you can’t see,I guess.Ive never seen a bear,But they still frighten me.Never seen a jet plane,But I can still feel the wind In my face.Never seen a homemade lemon meringue,But my tongue still tinglesFrom the thought. Ive never seen the Eiffel Tower,But I hear its a greatSpot for a vacation.Never seen a murder,But I still believe in death.Never seen an expensive leopard print jacket,But I still know that they’re fancy,And warm.I thought that like me,You couldn’t see.But as you shield your eyes, I myself see,That outdoors is probablyThe worst place to pee.
Collecting ShellsI kick the sand As i walk down The beachThe waves pull in And out,Fast then slowWith them,They carry handfulsOf untouched treasuresI dip into the Waters, and beginTo searchHands deep inThe currentI clench, pulling up a myriad of creatures and sand ParticlesIt is thenThat i seeNot far beyondJust below the SurfaceA human skull,Lying destituteAmongst the Open seaCurious, I investigateDeep dark circlesWhere eyes once satA hard, naturally formedCasing for aBrainFull of imagination,Full of thoughtAnd all withoutA homeThe wordsThat must haveLeftThe now dead And dying lipsWords of anger,Words of kindnessWho is to sayWhat was spokenAnd now meFull of lifeEngulfed in anOcean of blueSurrounded by Immense, open watersI stand, questioningMy own mortalityOh shit! Is that a sand dollar!?