New New Poems

Lazy Saturday

Cool drink in my right hand

Sunscreen in my left

I devour this sunlight

Like a fat kid eating a cupcake

Relaxation,

Ah…

It is sweet

My mind has no worries

There is no drama

Or pain

This is simplicity at its finest

Reality is not

See, reality is a fake, a lie

And I hate being lied to.

Sitting here

Soaking up the sun

Through my SPF sixty

Is way better then my true life trouble

Fuck the world and all its impurities

They cannot block my absent-mindlessness today

I’m on cloud nine

Or ten, or eleven…

No one will bring me down

Not my past, my present, my future

Troubles and toils and drama

That will come

My way

No way

Not today

I’m higher than the moon

Higher than Mars,

Higher than Snoop Dogg on a Friday night

I’m so chill

With a cool drink in my right hand

And sunscreen in my left

And the sand between my toes

And a bright yellow umbrella

Over my head

The world is erased from my thoughts

This is my haven

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Reassurance is Key

Through my eyes, I see perfection

A fine work of god’s art

Through your eyes, you see a place to salvage what sanity you have left

A safe haven

And through the eyes of others, we seem like a perfect fit.

So come on in, sit down

Let’s talk about this, us

Your past, our present, the distant future

Can I get you anything besides the promise of a courteous smile?

Don’t worry about time, dear

For time only exists in our minds.

Throw it out the window like a fastball

I promise I won’t swing for the fences

Let this conversation be your beat to my rhythm

Continuous

Flowing

And not ever knowing

That this could be our last improvising dialogue

Because we are already growing apart

But wait

A silver sliver of sparkling hope

Shines through the damned

Illuminating the connection between us

And lighting a fire once again underneath our dirty, mud soaked Vans

Rekindling a wave of emotions shared by both parties

How long will this roller coaster last?

Will it start with a hill and end with a drop?

Or will it end on flat ground, giving no excitement to scream at?

I can’t tell you; this is my first ride aboard the thrill machine

And I’m certain I’m nervous

But your soft brown eyes tell me there is hope for a good time

No matter how long it lasts

And I can tell that you will hold my hand as we ascend to the top

Hoping it’s not that big of a fall

I can hear it in your voice

When you tell me good morning everyday

That you want this to be easy

But easy, like time, also doesn’t exist

However mediocre, hard, and holy-shit-that’s-ridiculous do exist

And I’m hoping we can make it through with a low level of difficulty

Like the time when I fist played Call Of Duty.

Right now, all I can say is

Don’t worry

We can do this

And for the sake of maintaining,

We will believe it.