Warm LoveThe kind of love I want to give is warm
I want to embrace someone in the same way I snuggle a cat
Let their head lean on my shoulder with laughter
Let their tears pour onto the back of my jacket
Rub our clammy hands together on cloudy days
Allow my fingers to run through their hair as much as they play with mine
Giggling over childish things
Make them know that they are sweeter and warmer than a mug of hot chocolate in my hands with gloves and a blanket
Every day is a summer night with a bonfire
Toes spinning on the sand
I will gladly share that warm love, peacefully and quietly, with the best person in the world
Daisies In My YardWhat have I done for you?
I put a dozen roses on your grandfather's grave
Although I only met him once and he took home a plate of cookies I made
I tried to teach you a foreign language
Set up mini lessons and everything
Encouraged you to use it
I tried to give you great news
News about some of the most wonderful things in life
Hoping you might understand
I modeled my goals to become like you are
Tried to practice your amazing form in the mirror
Until I was crying on the floor in frustration
I let every lump that developed in my throat sit, ignored
Attempting to be strong for you
Looking into the stars
I stood by and smiled
Inwardly disintegrating like paper ashes in the breeze
While you continued to forget
I gave you all of my childish love
The kind of devotion many would envy
Throwing logic out of the train window and letting it land in the snow
You are now just a photograph to admire
Just like daisies in my yard
A good thing to remember from years gone by
You comforted me even when
Bah Bye NowSitting on this chain-linked fence
Waiting for the chariot to come and take me away
Waiting to get those shoes with wings
While the fence is digging into me
Why don't you get off that fence?
Don't you know that you're not going anywhere?
It took someone yelling that in my ear for ages
And then one person to whisper it to me once
For me to realize what I was doing
So I started walking
And as I walked
I watched that chariot run past on a different road
It wasn't mine to catch anyway
And those shoes with wings were still sitting behind the window of the store
With my head and my heart as the price
Is that really what I was looking for this whole time?
What, was I standing on my head and looking cross-eyed at everything?
There may not be a horse walking alongside me waiting for me to break it
I might not be in the correct city
But I have my own feet and I can walk wherever I want to
And you know where I can walk?
I can walk uphill
Get away from this flat-landed ghost town
Stomp the tumblew
A Doctorate in PoetrySo you're gonna write a poem today?
Step into my office!
Okay, what would you like to write about?
You don't know?
What's the point of writing it if you don't know?
Ah, I see. You just want to write, but you don't know where to start, uh huh.
Well, let's do a little searching in that creative mind of yours!
Did you see anything recently that inspired you?
Something like a beautiful landscape, or some interesting architecture?
Or have you spent time out in nature, or in the city lately?
Seen anyone do something that surprised you?
Something like random acts of kindness,
Or maybe they just did something weird like tying a balloon to a pigeon?
(First weird thing that came to mind, sorry for the terrible images you might have currently)
Not even that?
Okay, let's take a different turn on this.
Let's go through your memory.
Yeah, think of your childhood. Did you have a good childhood?
Even if you didn't, you could write about your horrid childhood.
Anything about family or friends? Plac
So what are we doing here?So what are we doing here?
I'm not sure anymore.
Something happened, and then things just lost themselves in a wormhole somewhere.
Every once in a while they pop out of nowhere, like another wormhole opens up and shoots them back in my face.
Before all that, I was crazy, crazy in love with more hope than anyone deserved.
I knew you were clueless, and I just dealt with it because I knew that dealing with things was going to be something I had to learn. Everyone time you mentioned her so casually, I pretended it wasn't a slap in the face to me. You never meant it to be, so why would I have to take it that way? I was giving us time to build, to grow.
Then you hit me from another angle. That one small thing we don't agree on, that I've tried to kindly make you understand. You don't know that I was on my knees for hours, tears pouring down my cheeks and hands grabbing at my hair, praying for some way for you to just understand. You don't know how many times I've asked God to give you anothe
Most of the questions started that way.
But I learned that these questions have become null in most cases.
Because usually, they're the questions that people will try to answer right away.
Because they don't want to hear that question.
Because that question comes too quickly.
Because it is really annoying to hear someone ask that kind of question.
Because it makes someone vulnerable to the answer.
Because it's easier to just dish out the knowledge one has than have someone scavenge for it.
Because sometimes the explanation has already been given.
Because many people don't know how to explain, or if there even is an explanation.
Why did I treat this person so horribly?
Why don't I tell this person what I'm really thinking?
Why can't I be better about this habit?
Why can't people see how I see?
Why does everything have to just get complicated?
Why are humans so crude and stupid?
Why can't everyone just get along?
Why are these things bad?
Why are these things good?
Why is anyone eve
The World Is My Oyster - Part 2(Geoffrey and The Mark girl enter together and sit on the floor off-center. The relationship seems more than mutual, but it is imaginary.)
Aaaah the cool grass always feels good.
Ah, yes. But it is a little cloudy today.
But there is still plenty of blue sky above, lots of warmth, activity everywhere . Isn't it peaceful?
I could try to make it peaceful. The crowd still makes me nervous.
Why should they make you nervous?
Well I'm just never good with people you know. I never seem to connect with most others around here. (Pause.) I mean, it isn't a terrible problem. Most people just go about their business and work work work with no time to stop and think. They're too busy to deal with me.
They don't know how great it is to be with you then. (She smiles.)
(Laughing) Why don't you take those ears off? Maybe you could hear me better.
No! I don't need to take them off. I was o