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This poem is for you.
It is simple and it is true. I cried three times writing it. It is one of the hardest things I've ever had to articulate. You are my brother and I love you, if I say nothing else I hope you know that. I’m proud of you because you are so tall I’m proud of you because you have grown up so fast I'm proud of you because you will always be my best tag opponent I’m proud of you because your intelligence astounds me it always has I’m proud of you because you were there when Daddy was ill You saved us all I will never thank you enough for that I’m proud of you because I know I will always have you To cry when I'm on stage To tickle me until I pea To protect me To drink with me To be my rock as we all get older I’m proud of you because she is lovely we couldn’t be happier to love her too I’m proud of you because you are still so silly I’m proud of you because I love you I’m proud of you and I can’t wait to find out more reasons why in the years to come Summer 2015 No wrongs were done here
No devastation or betrayals We found we had and now you want it over I guess I want it over too We drank our coffee and I rolled tears back I tried to be brave Blocking your punch distracting you long enough so you wouldn’t see the shock turn to disappointment turn to pain in my eyes I made you feel ok because it was ok Really Winter 2015 To these pages I give my heart
To these pages I give my dreams To these pages I give my blood These pages my tears these pages my sweat To these pages I give my screams Of agony Of disappointment Of pleasure Of pain My screams to the stars and to the bedrock to the faces on the streets to the faces inches from my own and thousand upon thousand of miles away To these pages I give my confusion My unsolved puzzles my head scratchers hair pullers nail biters and sleepless nighters To these pages I give the eyes of all the boys that I ever loved or thought about loving or regretted loving or will love or might never love But almost did To these pace I give the things I cannot change The things I deserve but will never get The final push that wasn’t in me The decisions that didn’t go my way In these pages I put life where there was only empty space Summer 2014 There will come a time when you want IT
When you wake up from a dream only vaguely about IT Maybe you’ll spend the day wanting IT When IT’s not the thing you forget That you remember that IT exists On a night where IT has found the strength to move on And the message catches IT by surprise And maybe IT’ll have the strength to ignore you or not want you with everything Anymore Fall 2013 Come home with me tonight
If I asked you to kiss me here tonight Let your hands wander me tonight Sink my ship slowly tonight Come home with me tonight Did you here the panic in my voice tonight The attempt to let you go tonight Breathe me in tonight Don’t leave me alone tonight Let your wanting become having tonight Spread me open tonight Lick me dry tonight Be my friend tonight Be my arms tonight Hold my breath tonight Don’t let me go tonight Watch me fall tonight Get on this train tonight Walk up those stairs tonight Unlock my door tonight Touch me in the kitchen tonight Carry me to bed tonight Fall asleep before me tonight Come home wit me tonight Don’t leave me alone tonight Winter 2015 |
P.L.DI write because my emotions are not, always, accessible. I write because sometimes I’m confused and I need to work things out. I write because it feels good. I often write to keep from saying too much. .. Archives
June 2015
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