Poetry Cafe

A relatively new poem from February '01. Sort of psychological, but lighthearted. I hope I've been successful in capturing what I want to get across.

The first time I was in your world
A perspective far from mine.
I saw what it was like to be you
And how you passed the time.

Your world had a different smell
A distinctive color, too
But the best part of it all
Was that I got to be with you.

To be like you requires strength,
Optimism and charm
Within your world I saw a place
That would not bring me harm.

Grateful for the experience
What I enjoyed the most
That now my world is one with yours
And my past is a ghost.

Inspired by the physical indulgence of June 2001.

Making me feel like we're the only ones here,
A candle is burning and I have no fear.
I get so nervous of losing your touch,
I've waited so long to at least feel this much.

I finally know what it is like "feel"
It is not verbal, but it is still real
Your breath and your essence, I hear every move
I feel amazing and my pain you can soothe.

My soul has been aching now that you're gone.
I want to see you, but when and for how long?
You must realize, I have so much to give,
Because of your touch I can now start to live.

Recently I was going through my poems and I found this old cutie. It's from March 1999. 

Rain tapping at my window,
I sit inside and think.
I feel the air upon my skin.
It is thick enough to drink.
The darkness eating at my soul,
Tears are my only guard.
I pray to heaven on this night,
"Please do not be so hard."
I look towards my open wound,
As vulnerable as it is.
My heartbeat picks up speed, but then
Comes heaven's calming kiss. 

I have yet to decide if this poem is autobiographical or not, but it's surely something I know everyone knows the feeling of. Ahhh, young love. 

Would you let me hold your hand?
Look at you like you're my own
Touch your face with my chilly palm
Let me borrow your lip balm

Call you up to say hello
Listen to your voice and sigh
Offer you a foolish smile
Kiss you, ask you to be mine 

Could you love me like I love you?
Run your fingers through my hair
Hug me with all your might
Think of me when I'm not there 

Sometimes I pray when I'm alone
How I want it to be true
I could do these things for sure
But the question is …would you? 

This poem slowly evolved in my head in the spring of 1999, but I tweaked it in the winter of 2000 to show you now. I no longer fancy the person that inspired these words.

I scream his name out to the sky
Always thinking about him
If I turned to him and smiled
Would he think of it as a sin?
I shake as he sits by me
Carefully planning my next move
Would he run from me and squirm
If I told him "I love you"?
There's a chance things will go wrong
He might tell me I'm not his type
Well I need to know the truth
Will I be smiling or have tears to wipe?

If he says, "no," what I might do,
Assuming I don't get my way
I'll be so hurt that I can't help but snap,
"Nice knowin' ya, asshole, you have a nice day."
But if he says yes and likes me back
I don't know if I should cry or smile
My eyes will sparkle and I'll tell him the truth,
"I've been wanting this for a very long while."
He'll probably wonder why it took me so long
I will feel stupid under his gaze
But it will not matter, I've captured my man
And all it took was a short little phrase.

I have gotten quite a response about a poem I wrote in late June about the difference about what my body wants and what my mind thinks it wants. Guess a lot of gals can relate to this baby!

I itch to hold you and have you hold me
Close to your body and caress me gently.
Play with your fingers and play with your hair,
I want to touch you most everywhere.
My feelings and body control all my actions,
I cannot ignore your electric attraction.
I want to be near you, I want to be with you,
But most of all I want to resist you.

I hope this poem doesn't make me look like someone with low self-esteem as I realize that few people really expect me to be perfect, but I still liked the poem enough to share it with you.

I cannot tell you how much I care
for I am not good with words.
I'm not original enough
to stand out from the herd.
I can't write you a loving song
with my jaded heart and voice.
I can't catch your eye just being myself,
I don't have charm and poise.
I can't move mountains with my hands
'cuz I'm not strong enough.
I cannot offer a caring hug,
I'm insensitive and rough.
I cannot jump off a cliff
Don't have the guts for that one.
I can't do a perfect cartwheel
Or hit you a homerun.
I won't find a cure for cancer,
I'm unable to trade your stocks,
Can't impress you on the guitar,
Or know the French word for 'chicken pox.'
I can't paint a picture of my thoughts
Because I lack the creativity.
I can't bake you a cake for supper
But I can offer you sugar with your tea.
If ever I find a talent,
then I will let you know.
I've realized you're someone
of whom I'd don't want to let go.

I am a really sentimental person and this poem just shows how important friends are to me and stuff. 

If you close your eyes you'll realize the great diguise in front of your eyes.

So stop wishing and make your move.
I'll be here for you and help you through.
And when it seems this day's your last,
To find the future look to the past.
The memories from yesterday
Will make you smile and shine the way.
'Cause when they're gone you're not alone,
I'll be your friend, let that be known.

And in return I'll expect from you
Oh, please, won't you be my friend, too?

Our lives are so much give and take.
Hearts to touch, friends to make.
It's what makes us human beings.
When all we want are simple things.
Something to love, care for, be with,
A shoulder to cry on at a time of grief.
Someone to turn your dreams into reality...and that's a lot.

The ever-lasting search for your soulmate is what life is all about.