Some Of What I Fear

I avoid you
I don't know if you've noticed, but
I (hide) from you
I am scared
Of what I feel
But what I fear more is how you feel
What I fear is paralysis
How to move
How to act
To react
And just be
How to give what you need
How to hug and to kiss so it comes naturally
I am scared
Of holding hands and knowing there's more
Of closing my eyes and knowing you're there, really there
And here, so near
Some may call me a coward, but it's just how I feel
But feeling too much can blind what is real
That your feelings may be just like mine
And they're fine
Comparatively, they are all benign
It's just that my thoughts contradict me sometimes
And at times I forget that things don't have to rhyme
That time
Is short
I forget this
And fear
That
As well

Crash

I am moving so fast
I see it all ahead
Straight in front of me
I just keep moving
Forward
Eyes glued to what's in store
I'm moving at full speed
Not even noticing the stop sign
I run through and

CRASH

I get hit

When I Die

I'll toss my heart in a recycling bin
Keep my memories in a tin
Store my love in a bottle and send it across the sea
Throw my thoughts into the milkyway galaxy
I'll save a spoonful of my heartaches
In the attic, with old friends
Place laughs beside stories, as bookends
I'll bury my smile with my frown just below the ground
A bowl of tears mixed with shame never to be found
I'll save some late nights and soul for those in need
A hint of happiness and a passion just enough to feed
The starving children and homeless men
Those wandering after 10:00
For those lonely and searching, my eyes will be above
Looking down, with the stars, helping you let go of
Me
You'll move on
Continue with what I give
Because after I die,
You are the ones who must live

A Love

I want to sleep in the arms of poetry
Its tender alliteration on my back
Its warm breath chilling my neck

I want to hold hands with the lines of a limerick
Sing a song with a sonnet
And dance day and night with a poem's deep meaning

I want to live with a poem
Share rhythm, repetition, repetition, and love
Kiss its cheek and nibble its punctuation until it's barely there
No pausing, stopping,
Forever

I want to die, surrounded with poetry
Protected by beautiful thoughts,
Flying dreams, simple moments, memories
Poets standing,
Words watching, remembering
Me

With all my heart,
I want poetry