more poetry

I don't know what it is, but I just keep cranking out poems. I'll be walking to class & say something to myself, and I act like it's the greatest thing anyone has ever said. So I write it down and then when I get home it all culminates in what you're reading. They're nothing special, probably mediocre at best, but they're original and they mean something to me. I hope you guys enjoy.

You
Being with you is a drug,
or a dream within a dream,

one that I keep coming back to.

And laying next to you a maze,

I don't know which way to go,
so most times I lay motionless and safe.

Staring at you is tranquil, 

there's nowhere else to look,
and nothing else I need to see.

Fleeting moments with my arms around you,

coupled with fleeting words I never utter,
are the very things that eat at me. 

Funny how words unspoken,
carefully thought through and silenced,
are the words that leave me out of breath.

Knowing you is enigmatic,

because trusting you is easy, 

and leaving you is painful, 

but telling you how I feel is somewhere in between. 

When I'm with you I'm lost,
but I'm so very at peace with being lost. 

Maybe because your smile on a lonely day,
is like seeing the stars after months in the city,
it makes me feel I have somewhere I belong. 

And even though we're so physically close,

I wonder how far apart our thoughts are.
Because, you see, the incongruence between perceptions,
could be the downfall of everything. 

Even though all I ever wanted,

was to be whatever you needed.

So if you ever wonder what's on my mind,
late at night, before the lights go out,

chances are, it's you.


The Past

Let's take our pasts & package them up,
move them to the attics of our being.

Out of sight and out of mind,
where none of the present will see it. 

The past will not control the present,
so long as we believe it.

We've been around the world,
met a lot of people.
Kissed more of them than we're proud of,
and felt less joy than we should have.
But those were yesterdays feelings,
and today will never feel that way.

What a sad world it would be if our past was inescapable,

no salvation, no chance for recovery.

But the past is the past,

and the present is a gift.

So leave your baggage behind, 

and show me who you are today.