Moving in a swirly bubble
Holding my gold magic wand
Waving sparkles into being
Floating in an information void
Category Archives: Original Poetry
Computing Solo (4/1000)
We are victims of our brains
They tell us lies when they’re afraid
They say you cannot live on love
They say you gotta protect #1
The people you exclude could one day save your life
Whatever it takes, stretch your arms open wide
Stop drowning in that sea of possibilities
The Unveiling (3/1000)
You're like my statue
My idol
I keeping chipping away
At everything you're not
And I can't wait
To see who is underneath
Just Leave (2/1000)
I keep having imaginary conversations with you. They make me mad, they make me cry. My pulse races. I believed in you for so long. My ego won't let you fail. I'm the hung jury and the reluctant judge. You entered my courts with praise and I threw away the key. I will breathe you out, eventually. Please just leave.
Wish #1 (1/1000)
A muse and a servant
Passion's handyman
My black eyed angel
Feeling love's vibrations
Love Fortress
I want to blush in your spotlight
Be held tight in your arms
Polish your weaponry
For slaying the dragons
I’ll serve you soup from my gardens
And warm your body at night
Our love is a fortress
That protects the whole town
Types
Of course this type of people always finds each other
They spin together, a few falling off
Like stars on the edge of a galaxy
Of course this type puts on a suit
And marches dutifully into a building
Day after day
Along with the rest of the colony
As if they communicate with each other
That they should all show up together
And work toward a somehow understood goal
As if they were always meant to do this
How is it that even with these complex minds
We can still be swirling whirlpools
Comprised of pixelated ghosts
Acting in unison, balancing the charges
On Top (364/365)
So happy
So peaceful
So full of love
So brimming with potential
Powerful, hopeful, creative
On top of the world
Bleeding Heart (363/365)
The truth of it is you loved me
But not enough to give an inch
The truth of it is, that hurts
That you could love me less than completely, short of forever, with half of your heart, and say that you care
It makes me sick
And I feel sorry
You'll never know
Just what you lost
Negotiating love
It's a tough business
But your heart's gotta be on the table
Ready for More (362/365)
This is an invitation
For more love
More success
More money
More devotion
This is the time
For more passion
More wisdom
More laughter
More fun
Moving up and moving on
I'm ready
I can feel it