Paper Love

My dear, My love

How I've enjoyed our letters. But more than letters, our conversations.
Getting to know you through your words.
Telling you my story. A chemistry on paper. Physical proof.

How I've long to meet you. I have, in my mind, imagined it so many times.
Always sweet and lingering. Always only imagined.
I long to meet you still. My soul mate.

Our embrace will be a salve to my lonely heart.
Your lips, a soft landing to my soaring emotions.
Oh, I have truly counted the days.

But can paper really be physical proof? of love? I have pondered this so deeply.
This love is too real to taint with reality.
Surely, we will ruin in. When the paper disappears and our stupid brains no longer have the time needed to find the perfect words to say.

I can not let it be ruined.

So, alas, my decision is clear. I have to keep you the way you are. Perfect.
And at a letter's distance. I love what we have too much to risk it for what could bring it to an end.
Please, my love, write to me. Do not take your words away. I need them so.
But if you do, I shall still have your letters. You can't take that away. Physical proof of our love.
I'll cherish them forever.



Inspired by The Mag

Resurrection Anticipation

Holding hands and dancing
Raising white flags while prancing
Emotions are enhancing
Where are the ones we miss?

Supernatural or Superstition
A hopeful disposition
A spiritual omission
They are in Heaven's bliss

No seance can appear them
Our memories must endear them
One day we'll be near them
We can be sure of this


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                                                                                                                                                          Resurrection Reunion 2, 1945, by Sir Stanley Spencer
                                                  

                                                                                               

Willow Manor Ball

 

I'll be the one behind the mask

Dodging the questions you'd want to ask

Hiding in a sea of Chanel

Showing only the me you know so well

But under the taffeta, ruffles, and lace

I'll be watching you dance from a quiet place

Smiling as though all is as it should be

Secretly wishing you were dancing with me

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Catching Cars

Are we on the outside trying to get in

Or on the inside trying to get out

The grass that's greenest can be deceiving

Perhaps we should chase contentment instead of cars

If we ever caught a car, what would we do with it anyway?

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Time

Time.
There's never enough.

When we are young we squander it.
We think it passes too slowly.
We think it lasts forever.

As we grow older, we slow down.
And time, it seems, speeds up.

There's never enough time.

So what can we hope for?
More time?
To move more quickly?
For time itself to slow down?

My hope is this...
When my time runs out
I hope I can say I spent it wisely
And regret nothing.

Because time really does last forever.
It outlives us.
So perhaps its us that aren't being... enough.


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The Storm

 

Walking backwards I will stumble

Along this broken path

Lost in branches of memories

In the storm that is my past

The clouds are in the distance

But they hover still in view

Full with drops of misery

Unable to be made new

If I let them wash over me

Will I be cleansed of my mistake

Or will I drown in their humidity

As I relive my heartbreak

I must turn away

For these branches will not bend

Turn around and find out

How to start again

I will grow new branches

In the sunlight they'll grow long

                                                                     Because the storm behind me

                                                                                              It has made me strong

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Tinkerella

I tried to be a fairy princess
Tinkerbell and Cinderella
Happily ever after in a dream
My shoe fell off as I ran against the clock
Though all the lost boys clapped at midnight
My carriage turned back into a pumpkin
Peter is still in love with Wendy
My house is broken

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Perspective

Some would call this home
Others, an adventure
Travelers and dwellers can tell of its secrets
For me it is a possibility
A far away place I might one day get to explore
A treasure I look forward to finding

Inspired by Magpie Tales 

We Must Evolve

There was a young white boy in my train car today
Wearing rich fabrics with wealth to display
His father put him on, wishing him good travels
Never meeting my eye, lest society unravel
"Young Master," I asked, "What would you like?"
He looked into my eyes, said to call him Mike.
"Have a seat while I look," he said to me.
"No sir," I replied. "Best I stand, you see?"
Young boys like him, spoiled at best
They don't think I know that this is a test
But then something happened I didn't understand
He looked up at me with the wisdom of a man
"You can rest," he said, "and we'll ignore our exteriors.
I won't be a white boy. You won't be inferior."
I stood in that train car, declining to sit.
I stood in awe of a young man's wit.
I kept on my roll, lest society crumble.
But inside me surged hope from a young boy, so humble.

Inspired by Magpie Tales
 

The Closest Connection

 


The closest connection we've ever had
wasn't through cellphones or texts or iPads
The convenience of technology comes at a cost
where personal physical face-to-face is lost.
Offices, computers, screens where we hide
Do we ever look up to see the outside?
In nature we began, made out of clay
too muddy for us now, clean we must stay
But at our cleanest the connection was clearer
outside, in The Garden when our creator was nearer


Inspired by Magpie Tales

 
 

Dream

 

Dream the impossible.

Your dreams are limitless.

Why put restrictions on them?

After all, they're only dreams.

So imagine the impossible.

The only thing stopping you is your own mind.

Expand your imagination.

If you have no limits...

What are your wildest dreams?

Do the impossible.

Yes.

You can.

The only thing stopping you is your fear.

Failure is only a speedbump.

Do the impossible.

After all, you can do anything you can dream up.

Inspired by Magpie Tales.

Returning

I'm sorry I've been gone so long. Perhaps I disappeared.
For when my poetry is stuck inside my head, I am invisible.
I am ready to be seen again...