i think about..
how.. my, my eyes are dry.
4:53
an absurd time to be just resting my head
(if you don't count your shoulder)
a tennis match? hah!
twas but a twilight introduction.
a test of the old knee
a challenge-
who can hit the most
balls over the fence
on accident
and i hugged you when you were sweaty.
i didnt care.
i think about my new jobs
and the new moon
that keeps coming
round
again
Heartbreak Archives
Monday, September 5, 2011
Hum Hum Poem
your kisses
fill me up
your smile
is an echo
i sent
them out
so long ago
so long
your kisses fill
me up
fill me up
your smile
is an echo
i sent
them out
so long ago
so long
your kisses fill
me up
Late Summer
I like this bush.
i didn't notice, it blooms
at the end of summer
when the winds are changing
and bringing cold
when the leaves are holding their notes
trying not to run out of breath
when the grass is struggling
just like me
to soak up the sun
without drying out.
the ivy blooms
clinging to the side of the screened porch
with tiny white blossoms
each bud a little bride
each petal, white as a sheet
twinkling in the mist like new stars.
just when things seem to be closing down
it opens up
i didn't notice, it blooms
at the end of summer
when the winds are changing
and bringing cold
when the leaves are holding their notes
trying not to run out of breath
when the grass is struggling
just like me
to soak up the sun
without drying out.
the ivy blooms
clinging to the side of the screened porch
with tiny white blossoms
each bud a little bride
each petal, white as a sheet
twinkling in the mist like new stars.
just when things seem to be closing down
it opens up
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Some People
some people
December 30 2006 at 10:56 PM sespysays
some people
only have their hearts broken once
and that seems
to be
enough
they move on
clicking like trains and moving
softly
like old hands of a clock
whispering like leaves
not waiting for an answer
the seasons are never more lonely
than the ones before
they just put the christmas boxes
back
in the closet
and nothing lights up again
for another year
some people read the paper every day
but probably forget
a lot of it
December 30 2006 at 10:56 PM sespysays
some people
only have their hearts broken once
and that seems
to be
enough
they move on
clicking like trains and moving
softly
like old hands of a clock
whispering like leaves
not waiting for an answer
the seasons are never more lonely
than the ones before
they just put the christmas boxes
back
in the closet
and nothing lights up again
for another year
some people read the paper every day
but probably forget
a lot of it
I Couldn't Imagine
i couldnt imagine
February 1 2007 at 12:52 AM the sesp is back
my breath turns blue
around your sunset jello
the mountain is without
a bow tie
squawking flowers
bump with frost
i am sweaty inside my coat
morning comes
steady like the power lines
alive, the night brings me
through
as if holding my hands
and i were more than 21
walking down the steps
gingerly
now- its cloudy / 27
and we have no heat
getting high and laughing
coloring with markers
and words. .
I'll Actually Sell My Ex Then This Time
ill actually sell my ex then this time
March 18 2007 at 7:13 PM sespy
take a bid
here he is
my exact same height
he'll wear anything ladies
eats mostly cheese
sometimes he will need a ride to hockey practice
good with kids
$ ?
March 18 2007 at 7:13 PM sespy
take a bid
here he is
my exact same height
he'll wear anything ladies
eats mostly cheese
sometimes he will need a ride to hockey practice
good with kids
$ ?
On The Guitar
on the guitar
April 2 2007 at 10:01 PM sespyb rock
nuns habit spin wash thrown away like a tissue
memory lapse rabbits pass and acorns fall on your grave
drums build your face and cymbals crash like the wave
that took you away
into the pink clouds the sounds of love resound
blue surrounds them like it does you i suppose
everyone knows but no one knows it
maybe i couldve showed just a little bit
beautiful moments wave like flags and our hair in the wind
quilting fingers cant stick any more parts in
a one eyed cat passes the paper and the sugar bowl
and i say thank you
April 2 2007 at 10:01 PM sespyb rock
nuns habit spin wash thrown away like a tissue
memory lapse rabbits pass and acorns fall on your grave
drums build your face and cymbals crash like the wave
that took you away
into the pink clouds the sounds of love resound
blue surrounds them like it does you i suppose
everyone knows but no one knows it
maybe i couldve showed just a little bit
beautiful moments wave like flags and our hair in the wind
quilting fingers cant stick any more parts in
a one eyed cat passes the paper and the sugar bowl
and i say thank you
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