Poems

Make It Count

Countless notes unsaved,
and poems lost
Too many boys and men,
lovers, neighbors
coworkers and fake friends
cost more energy
than I can restore
in the time it takes
to erase their memories
from when the highs felt natural
before there was nothing
to hide or lie about,
nothing to fear
in the days I could think straight
and not have to wait
for the fogs to clear

Do you remember
with each new face you meet
that people are
all carrying
something inside
that makes them feel
a little weak,
and how do you prepare,
how can you ever really know
just how much heart
to share, or how much
if any at all,
of your true self to show?

There was a dream in plaid
and tight black jeans
with a voice reverbating in me,
that painted a scene
of a thick forrest far up north,
shrouded in rain clouds
With his fair skin and crystal
light eyes,
and youthful, radiant smile
he intrigued my mind
and rendered me speechless
and of all his bits of ink
just one stood out
and I still think of the words,
drawn on his leg, with this simple
but profound message, which read
“Nothing lasts make it count”

Do you remember 
with each new face you meet 
that people are all carrying 
something inside themselves 
that makes them feel 
a little weak, 
and how do you prepare, 
how can you ever really know 
just how much heart 
to share, or how much 
if any at all, 
of your true self to show?

There was a dream in plaid 
and tight black jeans 
with a voice reverberating in me,
that painted a scene 
of a thick forrest far up north, 
shrouded in rain clouds 
With his fair skin and crystal light eyes,
and youthful, radiant smile 
he intrigued my mind 
and rendered me speechless 
and of all his bits of ink 
just one stood out 
and I still think of the words, 
drawn on his leg, with this simple 
but profound message, which read
“Nothing lasts make it count”

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