I want more than grunts & grumbles
More than 1 syllable answers to questions
More than staring at cell phone screens
Ignorance
Blasphemy
And all that you seem
To want more than me
I want cuddles
Truths
Sacrifice
Love
Something greater than misery
But you offer none of that
Less I am sure
Because that is what I get
Every day
Forevermore
Random Poetry
Best Foot Forward
Stepping out, dressed to the nines
Wondering if I’ll conquer this time
After failing so many times before
Can I survive failure, even once more?
Resume in hand, smile on my face
Please tell me, am I in the right place?
Don’t say I’m overqualified for the job
I work hard; am not a slob
I’ll do whatever needs to be done
Please pick me as the ONE
I can’t go back home failed
Our future already derailed
The present is on shaky ground
Please help me turn it around
I'm afraid to say sir/ma'am It is out of my hands I am so sorry I have to say The job was given away Thank you so much for your time Too bad you were so late in line There are so many with your pleas We can't hire everyone, don't you see? Your suit is nice; your resume grand I hope you can understand
Is it my fault, or is it yours?
Does it matter when I enter through the doors?
Stepping in, dressed for success
Wondering how I’m in this mess
Still failing, as before
Is it the suit I wore?
Within the Louvre
As if in flight, they don’t look left and don’t look right
They don’t notice the walls as they rush through
They fail to notice the gilding, the fireplaces
The art on the ceiling
They never see beyond their line of sight
Past things that sparkle within their own right
Then they trample the patterns of the gardens
Forsaking the flowers for a shortcut

Commonality
Alone, not knowing what to say
Stutter, falter, lose
Comments made
Next thing you know…
Like magnets, so intense
Immediate, complete
Not meant to connect
Yet gain, even when
Can’t do it now
To flip the magnet
Much harder than not
Traveling on a
Never before on the map
Now on my way home
A Night at AC Marriott, Westport
Strangers together
From near to far
Ashley pouring drinks
Brian backing the bar
Beth dissing the poet
(as she writes)
Sitting, drinking, conversing
Passing the night
Happy but not quite drunk
Todd making us laugh
Everyone but Drew
We can never get it back
Memories soon
Just a night at the bar
Strangers no longer
Always near, never far
My Kind of Monster
The pain I hear within your voice
Hits too close to
(For it captures my own strong fear)
Even as I stand, I am falling
Two halves, not a hole
Never deep enough for me to bury
The dead, the lost,
The Unforgiven
Because I crave the days of merry
Meant: the whole world went to shit
I never had a Master, a bottle always at hand
Never so far, always
A part
Play that record, just one more time
That One from yesteryear
Which holds your pain within your voice
For everyone to hear
I drift everyday within the world
Then Fade to Black, out
Just in time for you to pull me in
To a newfound world of without
Your words still echo strong
Within my bleeding heart
But even with renewed purpose, just beneath
Surface tension, building up
Along the rim of my cup
Just waiting for my wreath