Swinging

I pull the chains when I swing
like I’m pulling your attention
towards me. With such vitality
that my hands are embedded
with the imprint of circular links
like the circular reasoning stamped
into our history. I swing over you
kicking, violent with the hope
that I will bump you out of your
daydreams into my dreams,
but not to injure your spirit.
We can swing together, crashing
into each other until we are inner-
twined, combining our goals,
plans, and dreams. Then we
will swing in unison like in
kindergarten when it meant
we were married.

The Couch

This is a poem I wrote off of a reoccurring dream.

The couch is dark green and brown
with three cushions snuggling together,
holding hands. I want to make friends
with the sofa, but I am too far away,
too high up. But then the balcony’s
teeth tip me over and I dwindle down,
down into the rugged carpet.
I know my end and do not hope
for the couch’s stranger hands
to rescue me. Slow motion
is my magic carpet but the inevitable
will come.

But where am I? Stranger’s green
and brown hands are snuggling me.
I’ve been rescued by my new friend,
the couch.

Content Friends (Cont from last post)

Hold my hand and let it mean nothing
except that you trust my opinions.

Call me weekly and let it mean everything
is different than what the masses perceive.

Visit my favorite park with me
and let it mean that like two

stars shining together, we shine
together as friends of laughter,

pain, and growth. As content male
and female we march as companions

in the most untraditional sense.

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Hold my and and let it mean nothing 

except that you trust my opinions.

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We write agendas for our future
like we are a small business
branching out. Our clients
are our emotions that we
can bribe with coupons
of life-long commitments
and rings of diamonds.
The thing I must decide,
is whether the discounted
product is worth the investments
of hearts.

Selah (Stop and Think)

My apologies for posting infrequently! I've been out of town and have also been preparing for school to start - which means working more. This poem is a thought that I've had for a while. "Selah" basically means "think about it". It is a Hebrew word so I took some freedom with the usage as far as making it a noun. As always, feedback is appreciated. 

We sat in silence with selahs
clamping shut our rigid mouths.
You thought about my rage
while I raged about your thoughts
concerning my character. Until hastily,
you took hold of a microphone
and delivered messages that grew
like hatred inside of me until
my clarity amped them out with
disgust.

I've Failed

It has been nearly a week since I have posted. I actually have new material, but haven't had the chance to get it up here. I was out of town for 3 days, and worked another 2. Excuses, excuses! I know! But once school starts and my schedule gets a wee bit normal, I hope to regain my consistency.

Thanks for stickingwith me!

My Heart

I wear my heart on my hand,
not on my sleeve. But normally
my fingers are closed, clenched shut.

And when I am forced to shake
another's hand, I make sure
my heart stays plastered onto
my palm. I'm waiting

for the one who is willing
to fight my spirit to work
my fist open and relaxed.

To Dorothy by Marvin Bell

I just discovered this poem and found it quite beautiful. What are your thoughts?

You are not beautiful, exactly.
You are beautiful, inexactly.
You let a weed grow by the mulberry
and a mulberry grow by the house.
So close, in the personal quiet
of a windy night, it brushes the wall
and sweeps away the day till we sleep.

A child said it, and it seemed true:
"Things that are lost are all equal."
But it isn't true. If I lost you,
the air wouldn't move, nor the tree grow.
Someone would pull the weed, my flower.
The quiet wouldn't be yours. If I lost you,
I'd have to ask the grass to let me sleep.

5 Fails and Excels

I was thinking about how sometimes a person can focus on one aspect of their life. For example, the things they are good at or the things they are terrible at. I've decided to post an equal amount of both for fun, entertainment, and perhaps some insight that I can use in a poem. Enjoy.

Five Things I Excel At:

1. Organizing an event.

2. Reading quickly.

3. Making a child laugh.

4. Serving in volleyball.

5. Picking out shoes.

Five Things I Fail At:

1. Being healthy.

2. Consistently keeping my clothes hung.

3. Comforting people.

4. Refraining from speaking my mind.

5. Maintaining friendships.

Ten Current Obsessions (With Links)

1. Danny O'Donoghue: He's a beautiful man that can write lyrics, play piano, and sing. Need I say more?

2. Tom's Shoes: Although I don't own any, I've found myself visiting the website often. Great concept!

3. Facebook Stalking: Who doesn't do it every now and again?

4. All the Apparatus: This is a fabulous, local Portland band. I discovered them playing downtown close to the square. A full post about them may follow shortly.

5. Scarves: Every fall, the obsession re-ignites.

6. Lie to Me: Please watch this show! You won't regret it. The concept, acting, and characters are phenomenal!

7. Hating Fast Food: I ate a chalupa today and wanted to go throw up. Yet still, I won't be giving up McDonald's sweet tea anytime soon. Sorry.

8. Budgeting: School is starting! I must be organized!

9. Oregon State University: I'm discovering more reasons to attend this school when I finally do transfer.

10. Volleyball: It had been a while since I had seriously played. But there is something about around 8 amazing serves that fuels a desire in me to play the game more often.

Do you have any current obsessions you would like to share?

John

I wrote this poem about a young man in my art class.

He paces back and forth

displaying crazy gestures.

Some laugh,

Some pity.

But John paints pictures

of himself, smiling, happy.