I am you pillow (I drowse you to sleep)

These questions I ask to help you relax

(Until your content and drift off to dream)

It makes me happy (To know you trust me)

I am your blanket (I engulf you in warmth)

I make sure you’re covered, secure and safe

(Before tucking myself in)

We’re oddly close (more than we were)

Rather be together (than struggle alone)

I love when you talk

(Make fun of my words, laugh at stupid stuff)

I am tired (I want to go to sleep)

But with you feeling so near it’s impossible

If it’s serious enough (which it usually is)

When you wake up (I’ll get a text saying hello)

As if to erase the blunt honestly the night before

I am your pillow

(Always where you rest and spill your secrets)

And that’s where I’m stuck (Unable to sleep until I know you are)

You’ll find a new one

And when you’re ready (I will leave)

Go back to the bed that’s my own

You’re waiting for me (before wrapping me in blankets)

Neatly tucked under your chin

You are my pillow.

Poems hide in the words not spoken

The things you’re desperately trying to

Say But fall flat when you open your mouth

They linger on your tongue,

Waiting for the moment they can be

Released

They burn and numb your senses

The simplest actions are

Marvelous.

Poems are not weak.

They are powerful

 They make the strongest man cry

But they can only do so

When you let them breathe

Paper is the person

Ink is the words

Scribbled across the lines

Echoing in near embrace

But they continue to hide

Even after being written

A poem is not a poem

Until someone reads it

Feels what the writer has felt

Relates to your desperation

The words you can not speak

And know someone sees

The same way as you.  

Not thinking straight

He picked up his backpack and jumped out the window. He lived on the fifth story.

Mistakes

He called her three times, she was driving. She sent her father a text, she spelt sex instead of sec.

Mistranslation

Rue nudged closer into Jasper’s lap, his arms encircling her waist. He was gently rocking her as the principal continued his speech on proper behavior at school, a couple of teachers threw them a look but they didn’t care. She turned up her face to whisper something into his ear, his eyes went wide and his eyebrows danced a funny jig. When she was finished she looked up at him, peeking through her eyelashes, her big brown eyes fixed upon his. He couldn’t speak and her cheeks grew pinker the longer he sat there silent. We didn’t know what to think as Rue put her hand on her tummy and Jasper placed his large ones on top. The girls gossip into each other ears at the whole situation; their whispers grew louder when Jasper kissed her forehead and audibly said ‘It will be alright.’ The assembly ended and everyone got up and cleared the large gym, Jasper held her hand as the walked through the halls. They broke off as Rue came towards us and Jasper went to talk to the boys. “Guys, I have something to tell you.” Her face was very red and she was fidgeting restlessly. “This diet is killing me, I need some fries covered in gravy.” slapping her knee and laughing liked mad. We stood there dumbfounded.

We had been two people who never knew each other very well. Your blue eyes that sparkle when you’re excited. Your strong arms that hug me when I need it most. Your like my drug, I’m so addicted to. Your touch burns my skin and makes my cheeks alight on fire, you make my head dizzy sometimes when you whisper in my ear, you make my heart beat wilder than a hummingbird’s wings. I’m yours but you’re not mine. I love the smell of your favourite sweater. I wish I could wrap myself around your scent. We tease each other like cats and dogs. I get slithering shivers from the soothing spoken words you say. Your rough calloused hands hold my tiny ones, rubbing circles with your thumb, the thought makes me sigh. The smells of your playboy cologne in the blue and brown bottles are my favourite. You say I’m light as a feather but I always disagree. You give me a look and I just smile before grabbing your hand, exclaiming we should go outside. When I throw a snowball at your face, you tackle me into the snow; lying on top of me I stare up at your beautiful baby blue eyes and wonder how we ever became this close. 

I sometimes fly

I’m in the air

And my body angles itself

To the ground

Aching in anticipation

The curve of my leg

Following the other

As I fall

My toes touch the hardware floor

Precise

Soft graceful

I’d repeat it again and again

Longing for that moment

The time that

I twist my form and match the steps

Just right as I kick up my feet

So quick

Moving as if fire was beneath them

They have to

To make them fast enough to defy gravity

Nothing but me and the floor

Nothing to hold myself back

As I push and push and PUSH

Springing up to the ceiling

My weight nothing

As the rush makes me dizzy

I fly

For a brief moment.

My palms are sweaty my skin on fire, the fire grazing my neck and every move of my hair burned it. My stomach tight and tumbling filled with nerves. I didn’t know I had. My cheeks still are warm and red. My eyes clear and as green as a frog. Every so often I have to let out a half sigh, half breathe to relax the tension in my body. I can’t stop biting my lip. I wished I hadn’t let it stop.

Time somebody told me,

The way I never thought I’d feel. Explain to me why my cheeks are on fire, why my heart was smashing into my lungs

My breathes stuck in my throat are shaken and hot. The reason I got this stupid look on my face,

Smile all lopsided.

I feel ridiculous but never quite so happy. Time somebody told me, I was in love.

Done with two other girls

Cats hate it

Insects mate in it

Water

I like that stuff

Leaves whirl in it

Skirts twirl in it

Wind

I like that stuff

Stories to tell

Items to sell

Books

I like that stuff

Plant a seed in it

Gardeners weed in it

Gardens

I like that stuff

Your mind thinks it’s a waste

Your heart just wants a taste

Love

I like that stuff

Children sing to it

Bells ring from it

Music

I like that stuff

Useless things

A book without words

A tree without birds

A pen without ink

Glasses that don’t clink

A sky without stars

A road without cars