Wishing

Trying something new. Skip it if you want. I'll just say that sometimes I sit here and the words can only come out in one form. Those nights I usually tangent, but I've got nothing for you ('cept for maybe a couple of lines about why they always have to glue the first sheet on toilet paper or paper towela... you always end up ripping the first two layers clean off just to avoid undoing the glue)

I'm aware of a stigma that comes attached with a man doing poetry, but only loosely. I've heard it marks him as 'gay'. I'm fine with that, since none of you have burned anything on my lawn as of yet; new development probably won't be happening soon. I'm just that I'm giving you added benefit of being able skip my hollow crap now, instead of later. Put it to rap if it bothers you.

I Wish

I wish straddling the divide
between hopeless and golden
didn’t mean leading a life
that’s already chosen.

I wish for good sleep
and not some restless night.
That my moments in the dark
didn’t feel cut or knifed.

I wish we were both young
And mom’s would care for us,
instead of you being you
and me being embarrassed.

I wish our generation
wasn’t part of a joke.
And when we opened our mouth
we didn’t sound stoned

I wish it wasn’t as simple
As they try to make it out,
that we handled our challenges
and be allowed to stay proud

I wish I wasn’t born
with a soul that's frozen,
driving wheels in reverse
with no idea where I’m going.

I wish that this curse
that I think I have
wasn’t the one good thing
that makes me glad

I wish my life wasn’t crashing
and dreams weren’t fleeting
I wish your head was out of the clouds
but forever day dreaming.

Gay.

Reminders for class: Poke fun at your gay teacher.