Drought of Bravery

Holding back tears is a burning sensation

Saltwater ripples in the corners of the eyes

Strength lies in the drought of bravery

Constellations

These actually turned out to be song lyrics, hence the chorus.

Diamonds of a different kind

Glitter spilling on my paper

Shooting all the reasons why

To quit, they've erased it and I

See the shadows I'm hiding behind

Brighter than the gleam in my eyes

I find

I collect a jar of stars

Reach out my skinny fingers and

Touch the constellations

Find the inspiration and I

Reach out my lonely hopes and

Feel the constellations

Give me inspiration

To write

Jewels with peculiar faces

Melodies and rhymes so jaded

Fall in line, play the songs I write

Infuse another life

I collect a jar of stars

Reach out my skinny fingers and

Touch the constellations

Find the inspiration and I

Reach out my lonely hopes and

Feel the constellations

Give me inspiration

To write

I think I know them, know these faces

The voices of my reason

I think I saw them in these places

Lighting me a million watts a second

Forever cemented in my mind

I collect a jar of stars

Reach out my skinny fingers and

Touch the constellations

Find the inspiration and I

Reach out my lonely hopes and

Feel the constellations

Give me inspiration

To write

Crystalline Premonition

Lollipops are so easily broken

My bad habits aren’t the same

Could I possibly think of something lamer? (no)

Hey boy, I saw you today and my eyes flew away

They refuse to leave your face

I tried to call them back but their disobedience remains

Even now as I piece together my campaign

Tradition says the guy’s gonna serenade his girl

But you know my voice is honey-sweet

Just your river of smooth dark chocolate

Stop that, I’m hungry

I hate to admit, my stomach growls for reasons

Not bequeathed under my control

My appetite hired a plane

To sky-write your name…

Into my brain, that is

It’s not my fault

This poem's not what I intended

Thought I would unleash a free spirit

Just letting my thoughts run

Bound by the unfortunate rhyming rules

They like me almost as much as I seem you

Seemingly, seemingly? I beg you not

Partake a role in these fabricated laws

Substitute yourself in my honest favor

Some guys are flavor of the month

But I have a premonition, less than thirty-one

My heart's arrhythmia flies sincere

A rush of blood to the brain, euphoria

This is the part where I beg and plead

For you to consider me

But I go against the grain

Things aren’t the same

It's you my heart sees

Singular

Whisper the words not meant for their ears

I appreciate the proximity, dear

Accidental rhymes serenade me

I’m always the one doing the singing

And you the ignoring

Won’t you be my pianist, boy?

Harmonies too sweet, too prophetic

Bitten tears and black and white visions

Little boys and their favorite pretty girls

Eyeliner and messy hair never hurt a soul

Absence does make other hearts grow fonder

I’m still alone

These mysteries fuel my late night songwriting

Silly, silly, silly girl I am

Could you be my silly, silly, silly boy?

Take an ear for my flirting, please

And go along with my scripted plan

A particular and genuine kind of charades

Could it be that out thoughts intersect?

And in some twisted reverse psychology

‘Twould be the same for you

That’s the medieval talk

The Shakespearean romances I’ve been reading

That’s the music playing

The bad romance a lady called GaGa told me

That’s the twelve a.m. clock

Glaring at me with buttery eyes

It wants you too

Million line stanza, take me to sleep

Mend my torn eyelashes

My poems can be singular thoughts

Singular ideas, singular dreams

Singular me

Starting Somewhere

Writing poetry is, for me, therapy. Why pay green for an awkward conversation on a therapist's couch when you can create something excruciatingly introspective, potentially embarrassing, yet wonderfully yours?

"Honor your vomit." - Lady GaGa

P. S. The blog title comes from my poem "Singular."