I Know What I Want To Say


I know what I want to say
Don’t want to come off as a creep
I’ll keep my thoughts to myself
Though I can’t help to take a peek
You’re beautiful & make me smile
I hear your laugh resonate
I wish I could tell you my truth
But propriety makes me hesitate


I Didn’t Mean To Get Too Personal


I didn’t mean to get too personal
I merely noticed your exposed slip
My thoughts took me to uncharted waters
Thinking of us – alone- a subtle skinny dip
An abandoned wedding gown crumpled
The satin too white against your lace
I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel
Though I could see the muted joy in your face
You kicked off your heels & removed your gloves
Walking too close you whispered ‘yes’ to my surprise
I loosened my tie before you took charge
I’ll never forget how you looked with your laughing eyes

Preparing For The World


Preparing for the world
Packing all the essential gear
Not to be outdone by hate
We laugh & toast in the face of fear
This life is our only Earthly chance
I choose to live with joy & elation
The smiles & righteous conduct will outlast
Our bodies in the hearts of our relations


Dodging Trains With The Lost Boys


Dodging trains with the Lost Boys
Feeling free in the midnight hour
Nothing can keep us on the ground
Laughing in faces of those who wish us dour
Freedom begins with your own soul
No matter the toilsome tasks or nautical miles
I’ll smirk & continue to play
For there’s a revolution within my smile


Finding A Smile In Anything


Finding a smile in anything
She laughs in colorful brightness
A flash of pure happy thoughts
The cool confidence in its lightness
A giggle to the approaching Summer
3 months of adventure lie ahead
You’re wanting passive, demure kids
Mine will cackle, make you walk the plank


They See Everything


They see everything
Their perceptive little minds
Soaking up the universe
Chewing life down to the rind
Laughing with unfettered glee
Constant revolutions of the brain
Don’t ruin their perfection
The purity before any of the pain


I Don’t Want Airbrushed Perfection


I don’t want airbrushed perfection
I want to cherish flaws only I know
How you snort when I make you laugh
That special moan during a late night show
You’re the only one I’ll ever want
You, alone, are the only one I want to hold
Making all these sacrifices worth while
Lie back now, allow me to kiss your delicate folds


Stephen Chbosky


“There’s nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower


Keep Your Labels


Keep your labels

Your hypocrisy becoming the norm

Judging other’s words

You despise my nonscholarly form

I refuse to play your games

Using intelligence to mask fear

Maybe not so intellectual

I laugh at your pretentious sneer


Word By Structured Word


Word by structured word
Searching for concrete textuality
She dropped her handkerchief coyly
Never again to forget her sexuality
Her head thrown back in a laugh
What makes her heart quicken its beat
I’m pacing – racking my distracted brain
Inspired to write, I hasten to take a seat