A penny for my thoughts?
Give me a pen and a paper
And I’ll take you on a journey
Past the contrasting black ink
On the white-as-snow page
And show you the mechanics
Of my brain. Here my thoughts
Are carried away on
Post-it notes of their own
Until they’re pieced together
Like separate pieces of the same puzzle,
A bigger idea made from
Several smaller ones
Placed out for very few to read.
Give me a penny, if you wish,
But I guarantee
It’s more than what you bargained for.
Would you-
Follow me to the end of the Earth
Where no one else will know our names?
Listen to my every word
And hold on to it like a cherished friend?
Join me for my smallest whims
Even if they require more than they’re worth?
Hold my hand through thick and thin
And be there for me when I fall?
Trust in me and believe
I would never lead you astray.
Help me act out my hopes and dreams
And celebrate our success.
Love me like there’s no tomorrow
And hope today never ends.
But even if you would,
Would I do the same for you?
Perfect pearly periodontals
Plastered on a fresh-faced full frontal
With ruby red luscious lips
And a gallant gaze that never slips.
Powdered cherub-chiseled cheeks
And long slender legs that go on for weeks
Hold together this petite plastered shell
And a bosom that creates thoughts from Hell.
She’s a molding of God’s greatest creation
The epitome of human perfection-
But you must be careful, do not break her!
For she’s hollow within, she has no center.
I’ll let my thoughts
Take me on a journey
With no expectations
So they will not disappoint.
They’ll come to me
When I least expect it
And lift me up
So high
That buildings
Cannot contain my spirits.
They’ll take me to new places
With enough spare time to explore-
A forest
That houses my memories,
An ocean
That holds my heart,
A mountain
That captures my soul-
Allowing me to find myself.
But when I least expect it
They’ll drop me
And I’ll tumble
And fall
All the way back to earth
With a rough landing
In reality.
Festering, growing
Sheltered from the world
Until bitten, cored
And ripped from their homes.
They fall like bombs
Cascading from the sky
Where they land
With an inaudible explosion.
They are crushed
Swept away and forgotten
Or buried to give new life.