This one time...

“Who told you?"
“Told me what?’’
“Where I was.’’
“Were you hiding?’’
“Yes, I don’t normally crouch down like this.’’
“Who were you hiding from?’’
“…You…’’ He shuffled his feet.
“Why?’’
Heavy sigh, “Because, you make me nervous.’’
“Oh.”
Then I kissed him.

You smell of onions

I thought I said
No onions.

Did i not order,
Cheese
Pickle
Lettuce
Mayonnaise
and No
Onions?

Why do you keep putting them on?

They are harsh. The texture is
Vulgar.
It just doesn't blend well.

Too many layers,
I say.
The onion is too complex,
not satisfying.
Traveling through layers,
Ending up only with

Bitter.
They make me cry.
I don't want to cry.
Too much
Sodium
To my diet.

Cheese
Pickle
Lettuce
Mayonnaise

No
Onions.

132 LeAnn Lane

132 LeAnn Lane

I kept the taste of your
sweet breath,
savoring the words you wouldn’t say:
our goodbye.

Your arms secured my body,
like ropes holding the ship to its shore,
cradling each side gently
as the unsteady surface below quivered
pulling me close;
I wasn’t letting go.

Your hands were mocking mine,
making a memory of each curve,
consuming heat through
the 100% gray cotton,
pushing on every muscle
to remember what strength feels like.

Your eyes fell intensely into mine,
falling deep
your hazel into my blue
swimming for an invitation.
I’m sure you felt my heart clap,
our bodies were pressed
so close.

You smiled at my reaction
and at the sound the crickets made,
quickening their pace from the
heat we radiated.

Your hands, tracing up my spine,
tingling my senses
till your palms cradled my face in between.
you held me there so I would listen.

“goodbye’’
your lips spoke to mine.
“goodbye”
mine spoke back.

Our language we kept in sync,
singing in harmony
for our last brief moment.

Then,
you pulled away.

Your head lights were smudged
by the combination of salt and water,
Still,

I kept watching
as my world changed.

not done yet... but this is an improvement.

The Triangle.

when you walk by
you smile at me
thats when i can sing
but you dont stop
i am not your destination
even though i use to be
there she is
standing, waiting
to hold the hand that use to hold mine
its so unfair
i know you better
when did best friends become separate from
lovers?


i feel like this could be sooooo much better. and go in a different direction, but its what i got. now tell me what it needs.

A Cliche Kind of Love

"i love you"
those ruby red lips speak to me
but then,
you call me "buddy"
my heart breaks
into one million pieces
at this simple word
you are my cliche
girl loves best friend
best friend loves other girl
love hurts




me no likey.

Wordless

Your sweet breath on mine,

the taste I kept,

breathing in the words you wouldn’t say

saying the things I didn’t want to hear;

our goodbye.

your arms secured my body

pulling me close;

I wasn’t letting go.

your hands were mocking mine,

making a memory of each curve,

consuming your heat through

the gray cotton,

pushing on every muscle

to remember what strength felt like.

your eyes fell intensely into mine,

I’m sure you felt my heart clap,

our bodies were pressed

so close.

your hands, tracing up my spine,

tingling my senses

till they cradled my face in between.

you held me there so I would listen.

you smiled at my reaction

and at the sound the crickets made

while quickening their pace from the

heat we radiated,

before bending low to speak;

“goodbye’’

your lips spoke to mine.

“goodbye”

mine spoke back.

Our language we kept in sync,

singing in harmony

for our last brief moment.

Then, you pulled away with

one last look.

Your head lights were smugged

by the combination of salt and water,

but I kept watching

as my world changed.

that is my poem so far.

i was wondering if i sounds sleazy. and if i need a different title? and what about the ''enjambement''? add anything you think. seriously. i wont cry... in front of you.

i am a failure.

i do not have anything to say to you right now.
you will have to be patient.
my immune system is weak,
and too busy fighting off the bad to allow creative cells to breed.
so please take this time, and read somewhere else.