History is what makes us
Who we are, allows us
To be who we want to be by
Giving breadcrumbs, giving something
To search for ourselves by;
Posts published in “Poems”
We’ve got
Over half our lives to live
I’m really glad
You’re who I get to spend mine with
We
Exist to
Solve
How to
Be.
I don’t
Mind the cold,
Tight skin
And flinchin’ bones;
Just
Have to
Wind my
Body, loosen
The nerves.
Love,
Like a smile,
Or a blue-sky day
With cotton clouds,
Is instantly shareable,
Giving warmth both
To the participants
And the observers.
Give me
Every
Piece of you
So I can
Carry you
With me
Everywhere I go
If I ever
Had you
Not,
I would
Fill my
Time
With life’s
Little breaths,
Hoping
Not to
Pull too much, so
I wouldn’t taste you
In the stale air
Around me.
If I ever
Had you
Not,
I would
Give my
Time
To those
With little left,
Hoping to
Find some solace in
Being with who
Needs one more
Soul beside them,
Empty or not,
But willing.
While I
Still have
You, I
Will skip
Beats
To li-
Sten to
Your own,
So you
Can be
With me
Forever.
You came
Running across
My thoughts
Again today,
Reminding me
Of everything
I saw
And
Everything I
Didn’t say.
You keep me further than
Arm’s length when you
Try to sleep, and I
Need to
Roll over, huddle in
With arms, hoping to
Bring about the morning,
That next chance at another
Night to hold you.
I don’t know what to do with my hands
When looking beyond my self.
I don’t know how to stand in a crowd
When in front of the camera.
I don’t know why I forget who I am
When placed in situations no different
From what I do every day and
I hope I have the mindset to remember
Rather than making myself up every time.