poem twenty-three

love doesn't happen to me
i'm such a novice
it's almost embarassing

but i like it

i haven't really had a love before
so new to holding hands
being enveloped in those arms

but i like it

someone so nice to come home to
to make me smile and forget
over a cup of hot chocolate

but i like it

to take care of me
and smell like the sea
well, not really
but he looks great in his speedo

and i love it

poem twenty-two

things i love about you
in no particular order:

the times i'll be walking side by side with you
only to suddenly realize you're gone
and all i have to do is look up
and see you in a tree
still listening intently

the fact that you tell me
you keep yourself entertained during swimming
by playing out scenarios in your head
in which you're a secret agent

the times you ask me where i'd like to go
if there was anyplace in the world i could go
when all in all i know
i'm perfectly content anywhere
sitting with you

that time when you told me
you have a secret obsession with poetry
and in my head i freaked out a little
thinking you had actually seen my poems
though i don't want to tell you
you've influenced most of them

the fact that you can look at me
and the world sort of seems
to melt away

i hope i can let go of my cheated past.
all in all, i hope we last.

you make it impossible for me to hate you

poem twenty-one

boy, am i unobservant
i'm still in disbelief

those stolen glances
meant romances?

was i unobservant or WHAT?

how we'd spend the night
watching black and white

those slight scoots closer
boy, i know, sir

was i unobservant or WHAT?

and how he stole a kiss
i'll remember this

that happy smile
exactly his style

was i unobservant or WHAT?

poem twenty

there's a boy i know with stars in his eyes
and my love for him i can't disguise

lying in grass with shiny dew
i love to think he loves me too

we stare at the sky
time passes us by
but there's no place else
i'd rather lie

and if love never blooms
or withers and dies

i'll cherish the glimmer
of stars in his eyes

poem nineteen

was it something i did?
i said?
or didn't do?
or didn't say?

come clean
what do you mean?

don't leave me in immense
suspense

i ache.

poem eighteen

i'm an incurable dreamer
i can't help it.

i could spend an entire day
imagining i am miles away

and just with one delighted sigh
pretend that, like a bird, i fly

and think for a sentimental while
about pressing my lips to his smile

i'm an incurable dreamer.
i can't help it.

i'm sure that i could never hide, the thrill i get when you're by my side

poem seventeen

who will care
that you are gone?
a thought that most
don't dwell upon

it's you
it's me
it's us
it's we

who will care
that you are gone?
will the world
just move on?

a world of people
minus a face
surely affects
the human race

the loved
the not
the forgotten
the sought

forgive my thoughts
poetically prone
but never think
you're all alone

poem sixteen

i see the leaves
in the autumn breeze

lifted
cracked
dried
solitary

dead.

and yet, they fly
they pass us by

crunch beneath our feet
on every street

littering the world with truth

truth that a beginning yields an end
and a common enemy yields a friend

poem fifteen

it was too easy to fall for you
like falling off a tight-rope
or walking downhill on an icy path
while wearing high heels

it was as simple as getting drenched in the rain
on a cloudy, stormy day

but if that's not easy enough
there are simpler things to perform

first suggestion-hugging
who profoundly hates hugging?
what's wrong with hugging?

so effortless to do
particularly with you


how plainly i fell for you
how inadvertantly i stumbled and fell

but what more could i do?
it was so easy for me to fall for you