Why I Can’t Think of Anything to Write
The core of this issue probably has to do with the feeling that I get when I’m alone
Recently the keyboard of my computer hasn’t been working
Until I went to the Best Buy and they told my tormented soul that all is well
This comes after many a trip to the ER, where I go 50% of the time to see him
The weak ER med student that I idolize
He is tall, Italian with glasses, he has a timid demeanor, at least to me
I can see the awkwardness in his walk as he passes by, thinking that in some other way
I am not looking at him, like brainwash meant for good
I think of him as a soldier fighting for good because he hasn’t gotten to that point yet
Maybe last night was the tip of the iceberg
And it is all downhill from here
Or there, should I say
I like to think that he is a good guy, even though the only thing that can prove that to me is the
Future
A place where the old problems are a thing of the past
And what is left over are my thoughts on brainwashing
He is so pretty when he sits in his seat, slumped over- and it makes me wonder what he thinks of me
And now my keyboard works because of IT's energy that flows through me
I saw him and his girlfriend the other day riding in a car, and I was heartbroken
And he has a crush on my best friend Ann, I think
And I am not jealous because I trust in truth
I feel like I am not really writing what I think
I feel like it could go deeper but that can’t happen until sparks fly
Him and his turned-in shoulders are something new
But I fell in love with the thing in him that he may not love
Should I say he is the perfect man? Maybe just in my eyes he is
But what really hurts is the burning in my eyes as I wait for the eye doctor
And when I mentally mention my sister, everything changes
Can this problem of mind block be solved? I hope one day, not right now, I still don’t know him
His eyes shine with the idea that I am the one who doesn’t understand
As opposed to him
A Universal Relationship
Your stance could write novels.
You are stickler for attention,
a line drawn with a leg for a tangent.
You look forward as if your blue eyes blind you-
looking forward at a beautiful eclipse?
You walk in rooms with a comforting confidence,
something that guards me like a quilt on winter nights.
Your freckled face makes you seem stellar,
a universal person
who I would gaze at constellations with
on a summer equinox.
Your gaze envelops me
taking me to the heavens
and back
in the amount of time it takes to blush-
my cheeks turning the color of Mars
until cooled when you take my hand
and we walk along the streets.
The moon becomes our guardian
and the stars our angels.