The World is in This Room (You) (final)
I don’t need the world out there. The sun is in your smile, The ocean in your hair, And all the stars dance within your eyes. I’m warmed by your touch, I’m fed by your voice, And quenched by your silence. The way you walk tells a story, The way you cry sings a song, And each of your laughs paints another picture. All I need is right here in this room.
You (2)
I don’t need the world out there. All I need is right here In this room. The sun is in your smile, The ocean in your hair, And all the stars dance within your eyes. I’m warmed by your touch, I’m fed by your voice, And quenched by your silence. The way you walk tells a story, The way you cry sings a song, And each of your laughs paints another picture. There’s nothing more the world out there could ever do That I couldn’t get from you.
You
I don’t need the world out there. All I need is right here In this room. The sun is in your smile, The ocean in your hair, And all the stars dance within your eyes. I’m warmed by your touch, I’m fed by your voice, And quenched by your silence There’s nothing more the world out there could ever do That I couldn’t get from you.
Why? (Final)
Why would I go when I know you're here? And why would I stay when I know you're there? Why would I sleep when I know you're awake? And why would I wake when I know you’re asleep? Why would I do anything if the whole time I knew what I was doing, I wasn’t doing with you?
Why? (Drafty Draft) (2)
Why would I go when I know you're here? And why would I stay when I know you're there? Why would I sleep when I know you're awake? And why would I wake when I know you’re asleep?
Last Night… (Final)
Last night I cried. I fought it at first But even the best dams are no match For the strongest currents. I’m out of tears and tissues. Last night I could hear your voice. I remembered the way you slept on your side. Suddenly, I started to smell your smell And all of a sudden, again, I’m in love. Last night the dark got darker, The quiet got quieter, And the weight on my chest and the hole In my stomach grew larger. Amidst its reconstruction, my heart broke more. Last night, I found your hair on my pillow.
Last Night (3)
Last night I cried. I fought it at first But even the best dams are no match For the strongest currents. I’m out of tears and tissues. Last night I could hear your voice, And I remembered the way you slept on your side. I suddenly started to smell your smell All of a sudden, again, I’m in love. Last night the dark got darker, The quiet got quieter. The weight on my chest and the hole In my stomach grew larger. And amidst its reconstruction, my heart broke more. Last night, I found your hair on my pillow.
Last Night (2)
Last night I cried. I started to whimper And I whimpered then wept. I’m out of tears and tissues. Last night I could hear your voice. I remembered the way you slept on your side. I suddenly started to smell your smell And all of a sudden, again, I’m in love. Last night the dark got darker, The quiet got quieter, And the weight on my chest and the hole In my stomach grew larger. Amidst its reconstruction, my heart broke more. Last night, I found your hair on my pillow.
The Coldest Night (Why Not Me?) (Final)
The Coldest Night Why not me? Was it something I said? I’ve never seen you so serious. Your eyes outshined all the dancing stars. Was it something I said? Sometimes I say too much. Your eyes outshined all the dancing stars. Your cheeks gently caught the moonlight. Sometimes I say too much. Sometimes I say too little. Your cheeks gently caught the moonlight. The cool wind of the night nipped at my face. Sometimes I say too little. I’ve never seen you so serious. The cool wind of the night nipped at my face. Why not me?
Why Not Me? (3)
Why not me? Was it something I said? I’ve never seen you so serious. Your eyes outshine all the dancing stars. Was it something I said? Sometimes I say too much. Your eyes outshine all the dancing stars. Your cheeks gently caught the moonlight. Sometimes I say too much. Sometimes I say too little. Your cheeks gently caught the moonlight. Were your hands always this soft? Sometimes I say too little. What more could I have said? Your cheeks gently caught the moonlight. Why’d you have to wear my favorite sweater? What more could I have said? I’ve never seen you so serious. Why’d you have to wear my favorite sweater? Why not me?
Why Not Me? (2)
Why not me? Was it something I said? I’ve never seen you so serious. Your eyes outshine all the dancing stars. Was it something I said? Sometimes I say too much. Your eyes outshine all the dancing stars. Your cheeks gently caught the moonlight. Sometimes I say too much. Sometimes I say too little. Your cheeks gently caught the moonlight. Were your hands always this soft? Sometimes I say too little. I’ve never seen you so serious. Were your hands always this soft? Why not me?
For the Sleep Walkers
This poem is for all those Who have so much good inside of them, They can’t hold it in. Bedwetters are a courageous breed. Every night strapping themselves into the covers They’ve washed too many times before, Knowing what awaits them-- The hell of another damp morning-- But falling asleep in its face regardless. Saying: Wet or not I know who I am. A man, a woman, adaptable and strong. One who looks danger in its eyes and Says “do your worst.” To the bedwetters, In your plastic sheets and soggy clothes, Thank you for being a symbol. A golden symbol of those who insist to move forward, No matter the conditions that wait on the other side.
Cut-Up Poems
Suppose
Suppose You actually had those shoes, Or you actually had that watch. Your closet was full, Your pool was deep. Maybe there’s a Warhol on your wall, Or maybach in the garage, And a house that’s price tag Looks like a phone number… Then what?
Free Poem #4
Last Night Last night, I found your hair on my pillow. Last night I cried. I started to whimper And I whimpered then wept. I’m out of tears and tissues. Last night my heart felt like it was racing, Then it felt like it stopped. And my stomach did flips While seismic waves quaked my body. Last night the dark got darker, The quiet got quieter, And the weight on my chest and the hole In my stomach grew larger. Amidst its reconstruction, my heart broke more.
Dream Poem
So you’re dreaming? That must mean she’s there. Her smile that is whiter than snow, Her eyes that twinkle like the stars above your body, And her mouth that always knows what to say. And so do you for a change. I guess its easier when you’re playing both parts. And when you’re in love. For eight hours a night, You get yo know what that’s like So you’re dreaming? That means you must wake up. The alarms shreeks, The light rushes in, And reality returns with a swift cut, Tearing you apart To peieces like your broken heart.
Free Poem #3
You I don’t need the world out there. All I need is right here In this room. The sun is in your smile, The ocean in your hair, And all the stars dance within your eyes. I’m warmed by your touch, I’m fed by your voice, And quenched by your silence. There’s nothing more the world out there could ever do That I couldn’t get from you.
Pantoum
Why Not Me? Why not me Was it something I said You're just so beautiful Sometimes I say too much Was it something I said I know I've been wrong before Sometimes I say too much Sometimes I say too little I know I've been wrong before I just needed to be right this time Sometimes I say too little What more could I have said I just needed to be right this time You're just so beautiful What more could I have said Why not me?
Free Poem 2
If you want to find me, just follow the pieces of my broken heart. And if you do, pick them up along the way. I'll be waiting at the end. Maybe we can fix it Back togesther. Who am I kidding, You don't want to find me... Do you?
Free Verse With Rhyming Scheme
Do you ever think about me too? Because I still think about you. Do I cross your mind like I did so long ago? Do you still care? I need to know. Because thinking about you is all I do.
Free Poem
Falling My stomach drops, I'm weightless. The world around me is whizzing past. I'm tubling around, disortiented, dizzy. All at the liberty of your grravity. I'm falling
Living in Metaphor—Ideas for Writing # 4 on p. 102
Perfecting how much to dry the hair with a towel. Meticulous trial and error to find the right part. Coercing stubborn hairs to fall into place. Finding the right temperature and speed of the air and not stopping until I feel comfortable that Others will be comfortable. All done in silence. So much time, So much caring, Just to make it look like I don’t care.
Pandemic Letter Poem
Hi champ, hope things are going well. Not everything is going well here, but we do the best with what we can. We still have to wear masks inside, but we take what we can get. That’s what this time has been all about, taking what we can get. I just hope the end is near. I hope you’re safe. I hope you’re happy. And for Gods sake I hope we all stay healthy.
A Picture is Worth a Trillion Dollar$ poem Revisited
As the salty mist hits my face, A million thoughts rush past Like the whipping wind, disrupting the life surrounding me. And the memories come crashing down Like the water against the rocks, throwing up with them a splash of tears. But as I look to the horizon, the water is flat, and I am reminded that beyond this chaos, There will be calm.
A Picture is Worth a Trillion Dollar$ poem
As the salty mist hits my face, A million thoughts rush past Like the whipping wind. And the memories come crashing down Like the waves against the rocks, throwing up with them a splash of tears. But as I look to the horizon, the water is flat, and I am reminded that beyond this chaos, There will be calm
Exercise # 1- page 62
You care too much You’re too nice Sometimes you’re too polite You’re so empathetic it’s annoying And worst of all, You really, really can’t see when you’re wrong
Every Day poem-Ideas for Writing # 3, p, 28.
Every day the sun rises, so do the corners of my mouth. Sometimes its's one, sometimes it's both. Most of the time, it's soft; my lips learned to stick together from an early age. But on occasion, it may be too much. Luckily they have 32 friends that can lend a helping hand. But, back-up or not, I always find a way to brighten my day.
Secret Stash-Ideas for Writing # 1, p, 28:
When we were at the beach, I loved the sand. When we were on a hike, I loved the trees. When we were in the boat, I loved the water. And now we lay beneath the stars, and I'm starting to love them too. Do I really love all these things? Maybe I just love you.
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