conform!

is it just me,
or does it seem like
nobody tries?
& nothing matters?

is it just me,
or are people's dreams
confined to these molds
sold wholesale on tv?

"don't take chances!
just give in!
have our opinions
& learn to be different!"

my goal in this life
is to defy the lies
of these force-fed stereotypes.

giving up.

if i were to give up
& play hard to get
would you still persue me?

would i hear promises
of companionship
& your unwavering loyalty?

are you willing to wait
til i say i'm ready

and prove to me
that you're really worthy?

or should i forsake this dream
& go back to the way
that was never really working?

my love.

my love listens --
pays attention

she rewrites herself
to console my feelings
& doesn't have structure
to her daily routine

[spontaneous...just the way i like 'em]

she formulates her syllables
into mystic spells,
heard by the ancient dieties

[she prays to the fire god
& worships a paper messiah]

she cries
for my dry eyes

she bears my bruises
when i've run out of skin

she picks at my scabs
so i can bleed again

[if i'm free of suffering,
then i'm blind to her natural beauty]

she melts into me
& sighs beneath my fingers

[i caress her similies
& slide my tongue into her metaphors]

have you heard of my love?
her name

...is POETRY.