inexhaustible

what a layered personality you are 

peel peel peel

and there's something new on offer 

you're inexhaustible 

show me more 

Nothing

days strung together

tightly, like nylon on a guitar 

fingers strumming 

fret after fret 

slightly out of tune 

time goes by 

fingers drumming 

on a table, waiting 

for another moment to go by 

another insignificant nothing 

an open window 

a bee buzzing

drawing zigzag patterns  

seeking sweet, sweet nectar 

but this room is empty 

 

a humid evening

​dragonflies humming 

the air heavy, holding back  

promises of something 

that's not going to happen today 

a sky full of stars

a cricket chirping  

smoke rises in circles  

fading into the darkness 

that was today 

confession

this is my confession to you 

of how much of you 

i love and admire 

i want so much of you 

but i only want that
which nobody else has 

and me wanting that 

will ruin

what we have now 

trapped

trapped by boundaries 

trapped because you're limited

trapped because you're only 

something in a container

trapped because you don't matter 

in the enormity of the universe 

trapped because you're an inconsequential speck

hardly capable of moving mountains

trapped by restlessness

a desperate, wanting, 

fiery, seeking soul

stifled inside your body 

 

but wait oh look 

a window of escape

a train ticket, an open field 

a dog licking your face

a tiny hand in yours

a note of appreciation

a winding road through 

that unbudging mountain

a warm embrace

a snail on a leaf 

a changing season

something beautiful, beyond reason

trapped between the 

beginning and the end

trapped by the fact that

this is all we know

who knows what's gone before 

and what will come after 

maybe this is our shot at freedom

keepsake

​let me not deny myself

​o​f what I feel for you

​l​et me feel the agony

​o​f wanting what i can't have

​s​o that tomorrow ​
​when ​i​ get over this

​i​ will remember what it was like

​t​o be so in love with you 

aging

​i don't want to be younger

i don't wish to turn back time 

look how far i've come 

i've grown so much 

​i'm wiser, i'm sillier ​

​i​t's okay either way

i don't want to be a child,
​i don't want to be a number

i'm happy where i am 

a point in the journey 

​of unspecified duration 

indispensable

so hard I try
to make myself indispensable
so easily
you dismiss me

brimming

my love for you
is like a pillow
bursting at the seams

i carry this around every day
waiting for an chance 
to explode and fill the room with feathers

happy

how willing we are to settle for "happy"
what a peculiar choice to make

when we can feel ecstatic
when we can feel breathtaking exhilaration
when we can feel life-affirming hope

when we can feel inexplicable angst
when we can feel numbing pain
when we can feel so hopelessly in love

and yet we want to settle
for a measly little slice of happy