talk to me
i just want you to talk to me
all the time
is that too much to ask
(needy
extreme
wanting)
leave your other friends
(unhealthy
socially inept)
stay with me
just with me

The girl walks
The dog talks
The boy screams
The kid dreams

Made-up worlds
composed of swirls
sharply clear
away from here

no wake-up calls
just ways to fall
no exit route
one-way commute

September

I guess I better get used to this blank paper.

that’s what schools all about isn’t it

words on pages

words in your brain

learning scratched in ink

across your mind

teachers hoping the stains will last

tell me
your adventures

(i want adventures of my own
to tell)

pegs

knock yourself down a peg
and realize
its not about the likes
the people who like
the blue thumbs up
its about the you the now
the what makes you feel good
the who you are when you're not posing
who cares what one of your
600 friends think
knock yourself down a peg

and maybe post a picture
without a caked face
awkwardly taken by a
friend while you push and pull
into a model stance
trying not to look stupid
you can't look stupid when you're having fun
(or at least its much harder)

knock yourself down a peg and
be the kind of person
who doesn't need others constant affirmations of themself
to be

above the flow of others
not haughty
just aware

bathing in the pale glow
sleep will not come to me
ceaseless tickings of the mind
as the fan swishes by
keep me from slumbering off
into my dreams

sons (one word.com)

when i grow up
i will have sons
and daughters
and we will live
in a house
amid the reeds
and they will run and run and run
and jump over the ground
lost in their footing
tripping over the creeks
while i watch from the porch
shoveling food into a babys mouth
perhaps

and sometimes
when they run
i will follow
and amid my sons and daughters
as we tumble through the fields
i will become
young
again