Tinkerbell

I’m very much like Tinkerbell.

I need attention or I’ll die.

Preferably positive.

OR at the very least to feel

like everyone important

in my small circle of loved ones

isn’t ignoring me.

I’m not asking for a party

or even to meet up.

Just a simple text

asking about my day

or to see if I’m okay…

because I’m not.

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The Peak

The problem with climbing a mountain

is that at the peak, you’re on top of the world,

but the bottom is still there,

it’s just a much further fall now.

That Look

What are you thinking

behind those devilish eyes?

Maybe I’ll never know really,

but that doesn’t mean that I won’t try.

Are you thinking about me?

Is that why you smile?

Or is it someone else?

Maybe you’re just hungry

and want a burger.

Heck if I know.

Did you just raise an eyebrow?

Are you waiting for me?

Are you trying to ask me

without using a single word?

or are you wondering

about something else entirely

like if you looked the door

or remembered to pay your bills.

Maybe I’ll never know.

Maybe that look will

haunt me for the rest of time.

The mind is a tricky thing

and I will never know for sure.

 

 

It’s Over

It’s over.

The happy, carefree week of joy

has come to an end.

I’ve been transported back from

warm, sunny days full of smiles

and memories I’ll forever cherish

back to the cold, dreary world

I’ve spent years trying to escape.

As the half-frozen rains

and bone-chilling breezes

greet my face when I step out the door,

I recall the satisfaction

I had just days before

and remembering vacation reminds me that

it’s over.

We Are All Dolphins

We are all dolphins

putting on a show,

trained to do tricks

for the people who think

they are saving us

from some treacherousus life.

We are all dolphins

finding joy in

others praise of us

for doing something

we would have done anyways.

We are all dolphins

that think we are free

but are really just free to roam

the tank we live in.

We are all dolphins

being controlled by a higher power

for the enjoyment

of other people.

A Love Poem

I want to write a love poem,

but that requires not only someone to write about,

but someone to love.

And while I’m sure if I took a moment

and gave it some thought,

I could find someone to write a poem about

because it doesn’t take much for me to love someone.

I have a lot of love to share with the world

and if you’re important in my life,

I probably love you.

Family, friends, students.

If I can put your name to your face,

the odds are I love you.\

 

The problem is it takes something more

then just me loving someone

to write a good love poem.

Lovee poems need a certain magic

that only comes from being loved back.

A love poem is not nearly as heartfelt

as when there is a sense of an unbreakable bond.

At this time, the only unconditional love

that meets this condition in my life

is my dog.

And she can’t read sooooooo…

no love poems today.