I am on the way. There’s not much
to say. You will see me again, soon.
Nothing will stop me from getting
to you. There’s no way of forgetting
the days that came before. Time
will go on when my mind is gone.
My spirit will never leave yours.
I will stay with you for the encore.
I am on the way. I will be there
soon. One day, we will meet
on the moon. We got two tickets,
two seats, and two reasons to live.
Whatever you want, I will give.
I am on the way. With you, I’ll stay.
In life, we hide the things
we don’t want others to see.
At the start, the end seemed
far. At the end, we couldn’t
tell the two apart. In life,
we seek, search, and want
things and people
out of reach. Life can be
a game of hide and seek.
Some disappear as quickly
as others appear. Some stay
still and are scared to move.
Some dance despite the mood.
In the end, we will find
all that has been hidden.
In the meantime, find time
to unwind as you release
all the things on your mind.
My feelings flip-flop. They don’t stop.
My feelings hop right out of socks.
My feelings don’t care. They come
and go with very little to show.
Good, bad, happy, sad, mad, or glad,
my feelings flip-flop and flop-flip.
My feelings take me on more trips
than Ken Griffey Jr. had hits.
My feelings take form and assure
me that I am still a life-form.
My feelings are real; they can heal
and can hurt in the same storm.
Will my feelings flip or flop?
Will I slip and lose my grip?
Will I be able to carry and lift
this gift of life to the finish line?
My feelings will flip and flop,
and I will keep feeling them
until the light in my eyes dim.
Tommy has two faces.
He wears them both
proudly. He walks around
to a sound: yet to be found.
Tommy has seen a lot.
A specific place will dictate
Tommy’s telling face.
When Tommy Two-Face
looks in the mirror,
he sees a reflection
of a boy stuck
between good and evil,
happy and sad, nice
and mean. Tommy isn’t
sure if others know
about his two faces
that cover all bases.
No matter the direction
Tommy will face,
he will always find
his happy place.
Regardless of Tommy’s
dark space, he chooses
to wear the better face.
The tables were empty. Each table had chairs.
The chairs were empty. The room was filled
with all but life. On this night, tables and chairs
were patiently waiting to be used by someone –
anyone. The day came where a table was used,
supported. The day came when I looked around
and saw you. Our eyes met and never left.
I tried not to stare. I walked to a table, with two
empty chairs, near you. We were alone together:
inside the same room. I walked to you despite
my fear of failing. I remember this moment
year after year. That night we met became
the first time we sat down at a table for two.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 