Key of G (to my future husband)

I haven't opened my mouth to sing in a long time
Haven't had a reason, nothing worth singing about
I've hummed some, whistled some
Even tapped my feet to a few tunes
Clapped, shouted, said "Oooh wee"
never sang

Take the time to get to know me
pry my mouth open with kisses
Give me a reason to sing
Make me moan some, cry some
rock my hips to a rhythm
Open, squeeze, scream "Hallelujah"
Make me sing in the key of G

Fifteen lines in 15 minutes

The Pilot said I had fifteen minutes
Fifteen lines in Fifteen minutes
Fifteen minutes to sit and squirm in it
Push and turn in it
Wriggle and worm in it
I got enought time to crunch and chew on it
Munch and stew on it
Bubble and brew on it
My whole life time I tip-toed around it
Beat and pound on it
Stomped the ground on it
Now it's plain that I am full of it
Cant take the pull of it
I cant get caught on it
Just a fifteen line sonnett

Delilah

So I usually write poetry (haven't in a while) and post it here for no one to look at. I am going to follow the lead of someone I hold dear and use this medium to put my thoughts into the atmosphere, just out there for you to pick at:

I have always loved the story of Samson and Delilah. Strong women have always intrigued me. To be beautiful, cunning, aggressive, and notorious for being the sole agent of bringing the unconquerable to his knees. I like her, not her motives or her actions, just her and her spirit. I have a running joke with the love of my life "that every word in this song is gonna be about you" and it is.

There is a sick sense of satisfaction that comes from destroying something that you helped create. I spent hours twisting, pulling, clipping hair that was never made to lock. I spent years forcing, prodding, begging for something that wasn't meant to happen.

And all of a sudden, after years of no no no, a half assed suggestion is offered up. A subtle understanding between two people that doesn't need an explanation or definition. No riddles, no soldiers behind the door, no frustration or threats, just a simple "Yeah, let's do it".

I grabbed my scissors. They had been used so many times to cut off bad memories and heartbreak. I asked him if he was scared. He tilted his head back and waited for my fingers to follow the paths they had made through his scalp. I looked in the mirror at our reflected forms. The roles had changed, weight had shifted,and the scales were finally beginning to balance.

There is a sick sense of satisfaction that comes from destroying something you helped create. Delilah looks at the man she loves knowing that she will hurt him but only her hand can undo the mess she made. Her future must be bound to his either in gold thread or iron chains.

So I cut away his locks. Bathed his head in water. Clipped away the past and all the bad memories and then took a step back.

Delilah looks at the damage she's done. Samson will never forgive her. She has taken away the one thing that has defined him. The source of his being, his purpose.

I asked him what he thought of his new look.

He asked me what I thought of our new life.

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The tree outside the window pane
Stands strong and firm, sound and sane
I often wonder if it may dread
Upcoming storms and others dead
Does it ponder an apocalypse
Or cringes at a chain saw's lisp
Will it stand it's ground in wind and rain
Or bend and bow to take the strain
When the earth is dry does it gird its waist
Or will it weep and thirst for waters taste
When buildings fall to time's prevail
Does death its boughs rack and rail

And while I think about this tree
I wonder if it thinks of me.

-Me
2002 (in Dr. Andrews boring as hell Speech class)

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I can not get close enough to you

Looks seem to go right through

Even though nothing is as it seems

I still love you with my dreams

Hope shines through every expression

Lust is destroyed with thoughtful compassion

And it fill this heart with different coloured creams

I still love you in my dreams

An angel camps in a jungle fire's light

the dark grabs her with all it's might

And even though you cant hear my screams

You'll still see me in your dreams.

Aaron's Psalm

Oh Lord, please bless this simple effort to stand on solid ground.
Please use this feeble mind to keep the sanity I've found.
I ask your careful blessing upon this heart of mine.
Keep my brain from cutting our communication line.

-Me

Chemistry

It happens when you walk into a room
and a smile lights up our faces.
Turned on by your touch
Even when it's different people in different places.
This amazing catalyst turns perception into emotion.
The solution, an alternative person
A novelty for a notion.
These words you speak send two different identities careening,
With one heart unwilling
The other
feigning.
Noticed by all yet understood by only three.
It takes two to tangle and only one for chemistry.

-Author Brown