Sleepless Writings for Wednesday, December 31, 2003

Once upon a time I saw a boy He climbed on the bus with his tie-dye UFO pants I smiled as I watched this boy Though at the time I had a “prince” It wasn’t until almost a year later That Drew and I did talk I knew that he was friends with Colin So I asked him what was up From that day on it was... Sign in to see full entry.

Carry me through hard times And I will stand by you through yours Kiss me when I’ve been gone a long time Miss me when I’m gone Remember my birthday but don’t make a fuss Life is simpler when we simply worry about us Be an individual and give me my space too But hold me close when I’m in that mood I... Sign in to see full entry.

FANTASIES I want to climb into your bed tonight Cuddly up close and hold you tight As you wake up and turn to face me Smile tiredly and go to kiss me We can lay together through the night And into the day if the mood is right Simply being alone together I wish that I wasn’t still stuck down here….... Sign in to see full entry.

I’m so emotional and I just don’t know why I’m so happy I could cry It’s been so long since I’ve talked to Drew Didn’t realize how I’ve missed him so I’m just so exhausted from this whole week And seeing Drew online just makes me weak I want to collapse into his arms Just sleep there as he keeps me... Sign in to see full entry.

The day is quiet. The water is calm Though soon the rest of the family will come Taking away from the peaceful stillness Replacing the mood with one that is joyous It is rare one has a day like this. With such balance in experience Feeling the slow yet happy morning Envelope you as you are yet... Sign in to see full entry.

I could write for hours and never cease Besides a minute for bladder release Listening to the click of the keyboard as if it was music Drumming the beat to each poem I write The world goes on around me as I sit in timeless joy Knowing I am doing something I so greatly enjoy In the background brother... Sign in to see full entry.

Each morning I awake, always the last To climb out of bed and get on my clothes I wander out into the kitchen Where I usually find Mom and Grandpa talking I head for the ginger ale and pour myself a glass Say good morning and sit on the couch. Jack watches TV and Joseph reads I try desperately not... Sign in to see full entry.

In this house I used to love Surrounded by pictures of my mother when she was young I look at the books stacked around Not a bit of clutter left on the ground Picture albums stacked on the shelves Antique items displayed on the walls A calming blue carpet on the floor Cleaner than mine when it was... Sign in to see full entry.

I strive to make each poem better Work to make sure I am heard Want to succeed with such passion That not succeeding is bound to hurt At times I find there simply isn’t The time to sit down and write Though I may whine or wish it Things don’t always turn out right It is the ability to cope with... Sign in to see full entry.