Ars Poetica

So simply said
Some serious sayings.
Stacked slightly slanted,
So serious.
Sarah said something
Silly, sarcastic, strange
Scrawled said scrap,
Spawned sublimity.

My Obsession

I'm not superhuman,
but you should have known me by now.
I keep it caged,
but I can't contain it.
Starving for your attention,
I've traded everything I have
for this one thing.
But my demons lay in waiting.
Will tomorrow be too late?
You're my escape from this messed up place.
I can't escape this love.
How long can we hold on?
I can feel you in my sleep.
Don't wake me,
'cause I don't wanna leave this dream.
Don't say good-bye,
I don't wanna believe that it's gotta be this way.
Don't leave me stranded,
there's nothing left to lose.
There's nothing left to prove.
Surrender your love,
It's all you can do.
You know I'm never far,
hear the whispers in the dark.

-All words taken from Skillet lyrics.

Reading You

I watched your face
as you read these few poems
and I wonder if I should have showed you.
I wonder if they will scare you,
or just freak you out.
I wonder if one will make you sad.
I wonder if it will change everything
or anything.

I watched your face
as you read these few poems.
The happy ones made you happy.
the angry one made your face freeze.
You showed nothing. Empty.
A poker face.

Should I have showed you that part?
What do you think about it?
Can you deal with the pain
I felt before?
I can't put the blame on you,
It hurts too much now
to hurt you.

I want to see past your face,
As you read these few poems.
I want to read the inside of your mind,
Like it's a book I can't put down
And have to keep reading until 3am
and I fall asleep with it on my chest.

I want to read you.
I want your emotions laid out
in front of me.
In front of pretty pictures,
for everyone to see.

I took these words from your moth and gave them back to you

You kissed me
delirious.
I should be sorry
about that
but I'm not.
You're dangerous
and I like it
I can't wait for the day
when good-night doesn't
mean good-bye.

Our Story

This is not a fairytale
I'm not a princess to be saved.
Nor will you swoop in on a
white steed to rescue me.

This is not a Shakespearean play.
I'm not playing a game,
and you wont't need to kill
anyone to save our love.

This is not a Disney movie.
All our parents are alive
and there is no magic,
talking animals, or evil villains.

This is real life.
It may feel like the world is out to get us.
And who doesn't like to be treated like a princess?
But this is real.
This is ours.
And it will last as long as we make it.

The Writer

I'm sorry about the times that I space-out.
The writer in my soul is drafting
and you seem to inspire her.
Don't take my silence, when you whisper love in my ear,
as indifference.
I can't share until I draft, edit, and finalize.
LEt me show my love through my pen.
I'll send you written copies of Browning's sonnets.
"How do I love thee?"
Let me love you through my words.
Written for you.
I'll make you my leading man,
wooing my protagonist in Europe,
or Brazil, the setting isn't set yet.
You're in my every novel plot and poem.
I'm sorry I can't say it well enough.
Follow my pen.
It will show you.

I'm so frustrated I could very well scream and wake the neighbors because of my own stupidity.(Revise)

Spent most of the night teasing you.
Winding you up like
a jack-in-the-box.
Waited for you to explode.

But you didn't.
And that's probably a
good thing.
You sent me home
out your door.

It had gotten colder,
and my shoes click, click, clicked
across the sidewalk as I left.
Lyle, your creepy neighbor,
waved as I walked past.
It is a good thing.
I couldn't have dealt with
the aftermath.