The one you smile at

I want to be
the one you smile at.
I want to be
your sudden bloom.
I want to be
your front porch light.
I want to be
with you tonight.
I know he's kind.
I know he's generous
and smart
and understanding
and nice
and attractive
and Christian
and friendly
and strong
and everything,
or enough of what,
you always wanted
in that guy
that wouldn't touch you
for years to come
and you had not
a spare thought for.
More importantly,
I know I'm not him.
I promise I'm not trying to be.
I want to try to be.
I want to be like him.
Not because
I like republicans
or because
I want to start airsofting.
I want to be like him
because I want to be
the one you smile at.

Am I

Am I sleeping?
Am I awake?
Am I real?
Am I fake?
Am I here?
Am I there?
Am I common?
Am I rare?
Am I alone?
Am I smothered?
Am I the one?
Am I just another?
Am I rambling?
Am I making sense?
Am I not open?
Am I too dense?
Am I riley?
Am I unnamed?
Am I guilty?
Am I to blame?
Am I yours?
Am I theirs?
Am I anyones?
Does anyone care?


Do... do you care?

any one of us

well, I'm pretty sure
that even if we stay perfectly still
time keeps moving forward
and there's not a damn thing
any one of us can do about it
and I'm pretty sure
that even if we isolate
ourselves from the world around us
the world is always there
and there is absolutely nothing
any one of us can do about it
and I'm pretty sure
you're pretty, sure,
and I'm just here
to allure, and sure,
we're pretty sore,
but no one's pure,
so you're not a whore
I'm sure
You're not here
You're not my cure
I poured my soul
just to turn
when I tried to stir
my journey ended
and now I'm lost...

An Awakening

"I'm living life!"
he exclaimed
as he desecrated
the mental bonds
that for so long had
restricted him.
He levitated
from the need
to look at the razor
dragged across his skin
as he awoke to the sun
and beauty
of a new world
that was truthfully
there all along
he just had to
open his eyes
and open his heart.