Taken

Composed 2/14/17
Description: For today’s Daily Prompt: Expectation.

The word lands like a natural disaster
I knew it was coming
Felt it in the earth beneath my feet
But I’m still thrown about
Hit in the heart with debris
I try to hide the hidden
Paper in my pocket
At night take it out
Read the pencil
Name faded soft on the outside
But I don’t rip it to pieces

It’s time to forget I know
And I numb my mind with
Friends and laughs and games
I feel better
I know better
And yet the night sends stories
To my dreams
And yet still I plot and scheme for
Every day I’m afraid you’ll meet
My expectations
But you’re already taken

Preoccupation

Composed 5/10/16
Description: For Day 5 of Writing 101, in which we were to write a limerick around the theme “imperfect.” After much consideration I decided to write about one of the things that plagues me constantly.

In the morning she hopped in the shower
Brushed and dressed in an hour
She arrived at her date
Not one second late
But forgot her purse by the flowers

Ghosts

Composed 4/29/15
Description: Having a life gets in the way sometimes.

We must be lonely
It’s the nature of the beast
If we are out playing, engaged
Our minds are filled
Our hearts, content
We have no need to explode
On the page

Lives
Anesthetic for the mind
No time, will for introspection
Comprehension of the connotation of our days
We must be lonely
Outsiders
House hiders
Ghost writers

Missing Out

Composed 6/27/13
Description: I realized today how infrequently I take advantage of admiring the view from my window. It faces west and reveals the large field across the street, so of course the evenings are lovely. But I rarely admire a sunset or even the beautiful scenery that I am lucky enough to be surrounded by. I suddenly had the thought — if an admirer (a sort of Peter Pan or a similar mystical, handsome figure) was hovering and glancing in my second-story window… I would never notice. What a shame that’d be!

Her custom (he knew)
Was to sit and to stare
At a flashing slick screen
(While twisting long auburn hair)
For hours she’d spend
Clicking and twisting
Once in a while, a smile
(Which he often found missing)
Her cheeks were flushed
Her pale soles flew high
Their accompanying stems
Twisting, like a dance, in the sky
He knew the way
She slept, drank, ate
As she spent her nights there
(Because he came everyday)
How often he wished
She’d catch his stare
(For with one glance
One could see he was there)
But, no, those eyes
(So wide and so gray)
Were only aimed at the screen
Missing out
On love’s sway