One

You’re a gateway drug to everything
Would I even be me without you?
Did you see the secret part of me
Through the Johari window to my soul?

You showed me loves I had not yet uncovered
Parts I somehow knew but not yet discovered
Made a dark unconscious bright
Brought wholeness to a half life

Did you sense a kindred spirit?
Or just note a pretty eye, shy, and find it disgused
Or are you magnetized
To joy to passion to me
Pulled together until all is one and the same?

This connection…

It’s not a half-hearted compromise
It’s not a game
It’s peaked interest and laughing and comfort and fun
I needed my eyes uncovered and
You were the one

Composed 7/1/19

I Wish I Knew

Composed 9/4/17
Description: Inspired by life and today’s Daily Prompt: Educate.

Oh how to help a friend in need?
My empathy seems unfounded and strange

But I feel it
How do I express it?

Words seem repetitive and frivolous
I yearn to act
But I am at a loss about how to proceed

I wish I could know your mind
And act it out silently
So you could know my odd sincerity
Is not robotic but deep
Falling through a pit in my heart
To the stomach
And welling up to the throat and leaking through the eyes
Though I try to swallow

I suppose
I just care
About you about all of
This
And I wish you were aware
That you are not alone
That I am there

Together

Composed 5/10/16
Description: Horribly, horribly behind for Writing 101, but I’m pressing on! Day 3’s theme was “Friend,” it’s (suggested) form an acrostic. Instead of writing about one particular friend I was more moved to write about, well, all of them. Hope this makes you smile; I did!

Let’s be the ones that gather together
Organized or last minute trips
Various peoples thrown into vehicles
Everyone quirky and laughing in fits
For we come from different places
Only history as commonality
Rambunctiously we interact bringing stares
As people wonder how we got where we are
Life brought us together, simply, and
Love and liking will keep us that way

Untouchable

Composed 5/3/16
Description: So I kinda fell short of my NaPoWriMo goal, but considering this last week was filled with finals and a comic convention that involved many late nights… I still consider 24 out of 30 to be a pretty good record!

Anyway, said comic convention and other news made me think of the following poem, which I guess boils down to this: Have you ever wanted to be friends with a famous person?

Your fame is not why I like you
Nor even the reason for your fame
But rather because when you smile
It’s my smile
And your words make me think and laugh
It’s an innate understanding
That easy conversations would ensue
But you’re untouchable and even then only
Touched with suspicion
It makes me wish that we were born
In another time in place
Maybe then there would be space between us
And we’d fill it with friendship

For Love

Composed 4/30/15
Description: A prayer.

I know what you hope for me
To respect your life, relinquish
I’ll try to stand in quiet reserve
With this, my final wish

Yes, they’re my beliefs
But it’s your soul
And you’re a true friend
So it’s hard to let go

That choice will never be mine
I just pray that you’ll try to seek the divine

Forgive me if I pester
Forgive me if I fret
I long for your eternity
I pray for peace at death

My love for you burns like a scorching summer sun
But one day I hope you’ll see
My love is not the brightest one

The Siren

Composed 4/23/15
Description: Something a little different. A short tale.

He gave his heart up freely
To any stranger with a smile
His shirt, his watch, his well-worn hands
Were theirs after awhile

A phony chance encounter
Led him into harpy claws
He could never see the ugly
Only hear a beauty’s song

But this knight in shining armor
Had a princess at his side
Who saw through the illusion
With a stare like sharpened knives

Brandished sword then skewered
Screeching siren through the throat
The song that once had lured
Broke with last unholy note

Sorrowful, indeed, but the knight would love again
His nature, sweet and flowing, still yet vulnerable to sin

But a friend he’d always have
A royal, watchful eye
Protector, friend, comforter
For both each one would die

What It All Boils Down To

Composed 2/17/15
Description: For Writing 201, Day 3, which asked us to compose a poem with the theme of trust, in a form that utilizes an acrostic and internal rhyme.

These themes seem to strike me on perfect days. Today I spent a fun day with my best friend, with whom I share the most enviable of friendships, I think. So I wrote about our friendship, largely drawing inspiration from the rhyming of “sister” and “whisper,” which I thought of quickly once I decided to write about her. The acrostic was harder, since I had a good poem before adding it, but I did end up using the now-beloved though recently discovered reverse-acrostic (in which the acrostic is at the end). After all, what does friendship all boil down to at the end?

Sister, our whispers shout
Encryptions in levels ever deeper
Secret novels of joy, what pains me and you
And with an eye, with smiles
We know to never speak out

Static

Composed 9/6/14
Description: Sorry for the hiatus. Life and lack of motivation has been keeping me away. This one’s been sitting on the backburner for awhile. Just inspired to finish it today.

Shh
Do you hear it?
The static of words unsaid?
Stop
Do you feel it?
Or is it just in my head?

This electricity building the longer, the later
We’re alone in evening rooms
When goodbyes hang on hunched up shoulders
Heart heaving, inevitable doom

The back to front uncertainty
Of uninvited touch
Of softened words and sorrowed wishes
That’d leave me sore and stuck

Shh
Do you wonder?
Of my sure, concise reply?
Stop
If you worry
My actions tell you lies

For know the current building up
Is not one soon to explode
But a newly fashioned force field
To probe uncharted roads

And I know it hurts — the laughs, the bonds
That seem like lovers’ games
I admit it’s nice to be for once
An admired, sought-for dame

Shh
Do you fret?
That I do not care?
Stop
For truly
You’re a friend beyond compare

For even though the static felt
Doesn’t burn in heated paths
I value every word you’ve spoke
And every breathless laugh

Yes truly you have earned a place
Of high fondness and esteem
And the warmth of friendship’s energy
Is richer than it seems

Kindred

Composed 4/7/14
Description: (Day 7 of NaPoWriMo) For my best friend.  A poem long overdue, and, yet, I still don’t think this still quite captures everything.

I remember
I remember a time when I told myself
I’d never have a friend like you
I had always lived as an outsider
With friendships of convenience

I lacked true connection
I had no knowing eyes to catch
No quick smiles to give
And no one truly valued
The offhand comments I gave them

And it’s torture
For a mind like mine
To have no place to share

I craved a place
Where someone could make
The connections

Where someone could
Understand, approve of
The foundations

But everyone I knew
Lacked interest
Or fell a few steps behind

But even as I longed
I understood my dismal fate
A lifetime of bland solitude
Mediated by distant friends
Who each time put me in second place

But almost a year to the day
A kindred spirit took a seat by my side
And
Just like that
My life changed

I am now one of the privileged few
Who have a warm presence that will not waver
And more
A true connection
A true kinship
To last the ages

We transfer thoughts with a glance
Humor with no words
When we speak
We understand truly
We share interests sincerely

No longer is my life a dull trudge
Through the mud of disconnection
Instead
I can smile at each day
At my future
Knowing I have a friend
With whom to share life’s joys