Tiny Boats Floating on Wine

bottles of wine litter my mind
drowning thoughts
letting others float
like boats without a captain

boats aiming for home
with no regard for the currents
just hoping
for warmth in their future

little boats filled with little lights
brimming with ideas
floating the endless sea
behind my eyes
hoping to make contact
to make an impact

it's why my eyes
glitter after a few bottles
and why
i'm so interested in talking with you
when otherwise
i don't give a shit

Sheets

white pages
like my bedsheets
clean
and devoid of you
your indentations
any trace of you.

white pages
soon scribbled on
bedsheets
soon rumpled
indentations start paragraphs
your shoulders
start leaving marks
in my mattress

black pen marks
white pages
used

Only with 7 broken strings could i hear what you speak

wake up to the sound of the stereo
blasting a familiar song
singing about love
but it doesn't sound like it
you have to read the lyrics
to know what the words are
because the music drowns out the voices
which sing such beautiful words
words you can't even hear
but i guess i don't care
because i'm used to it
because that's how you are with me
i never hear what you say
you have to write it out
for me to know the beauty in your words
and how your mind is wrapped around love
and i like how most of the time
you're wrapped around love
for me.

Fill these pages with words like "forever"

they call it
"being in love"
i say it's
"just like death"

You can't even begin to rival this

this is a newspaper tragedy. everything is spelt out for the world to see, nothing is left to the imagination. and that hurts. all anyone will ever remember of this debaccle are the bad times, the tears and the hurt feelings. no one will ever look back and think of the smiles and the hugs and the holds and the whispers and the winks and all of that. no one except you and me. we hold onto them tight, it's our lifesaver, we know they happened, hell, everyone knows the good times happened, but no one remembers them. they're not interesting. where's the drama in being happy? the poetry you write about happiness can't even begin to rival the poetry you write about sadness and heartbreak.

Paul

Seventeen