A Poem for You

I wrote this a while ago, as a rough draft and hated it. Then i pulled it out with some other stuff and realized I actually thought it was worth something. Still rough, but oh well.

I can't write poem for you
I must have tried a thousand times
But nothing can get through
I'd say I'm sorry,
But you really don't care
As much as I've tried
The words simply aren't there.
No matter how I line them up
Nothing I say makes sense
I'm not sure what i'm trying to say,
So i'm simply giving up.

Today

I looked outside the window and the street looked gray. But if i stared out a little longer i could see the air moving, in cascades down to the ground. Hail poured down like the clouds had been collecting little shiny pebbles and had tripped; tossing them all to the floor. The sun was out today and it flooded out through the hail. Black clouds twisted mercilessly above but the sun was still there in a corner of the sky. This is my favorite weather. When the clouds show us one thing but the sun tells us another. It's like two days mixed into one, how things could be and how they happen to be at the moment. The storm and the calm.
I looked outside my windshield and saw a little dog run out into the road, I could have hit him, but luckily I was able to stop in time. One second passes and you end up standing over someone's dog trying to find a way to tell them you just murdered their friend. Or you sigh in relief and drive all your friends home and that little dog runs off in front of another car that hopefully has the same luck.

The Empty Freeway

I turned up the radio and Lindsey sped along the freeway's curves. The car was perfectly warm and the windows were foggy around the edges because we breathed. We laughed; my favorite song was playing. We were just having fun; it wasn't fair. I lay on sparkling daggers of glass. They looked so beautiful, spread out all around me, until they turned red and started to frighten me. My body was twitching on the freezing freeway, but my mind was still inside the car. The music hurt my ears as I turned up the bass. Why do you drive so far to the right Lindsey? I press my foot to the floor as she accelerates through another turn. We are laughing. Lindsey sings along to my favorite song and her slow, slurred, voice cracks me up. We were have so much fun; it wasn't possible. All the glass is red now, this can't all be mine, where's Lindsey? She's gone. She's left me twisted on the asphalt breathing. While she speeds down another freeway, and another song plays; with her head on the dashboard and she holds her breath.

Valentines?

Technically it's Presidents Day, but a Presidents day poem just doesn't ring the same does it? Some people love Valentines, some people hate it; I think it's an over commercialized money grabber, but then, what holiday isn't? Other than that i'm not a valentine hater, more like an innocent bystander.


Forever in Orbit

I've never touched the sun
But still i know it's warm,
I've never counted the stars
And yet i know they're endless,
The earth spins in orbit;
The planets swirl in their patterns
Never touching; never colliding
But still i know they're there,
Sometimes i believe i can reach
Out and catch a streak of light
But it fades out of my reach,
Silently in the night we pass,
I can see through the clear sky
And still i know it is untouchable;
Forever in separate Orbit

Instincts

Instincts.
A slide projector clatters in your head
The old kind your grandparents use
Words
Images
Flash by before you can react,
Instincts.
Spirit, delight, liquid, saucy, experience, fresh,
Unusual, salute
All disjointed and unconnected
Seperate thoughts
Melodies, edge, bold, petite,
I hear it's impossible to find clothes
That fit when you're short
Launch- sounds like lunch.
Luscious- makes me think of lunch,
Maybe I'm just hungry
Utter- it relates to speaking, but I think of cows
Accent- A British person said "cheers" to me the other day
Instincts.
The slides jump across the screen
before the colors settled
It's just a blurry alphabet of words
You have nothing to do but feel each
Instinct.

Review

Today i hate review mirrors, when you're stuck in your car behind the one guy in the world. And you know he can look in his review mirror and see you right there. It's enough to make you change lanes and make an unplanned right turn. but i didn't do that. Of course. i just smiled in a general way and pretended to play with the radio. I love radios today, they're the one thing in the car you're allowed to mess with while you drive. I'm not talking about me of course. but my "friend" would really appreciate it if a certain someone would loose their review mirror...