I don’t wish upon a star anymore…. most of the time

One compliment in two months.
He sat there as I said I love him and he told me “I know.”
And you let me date him, for over a year.
You watched me shave my head and cry,
For two years you watched me suffer and why?
Where were you?
Here you are standing in front of me-
And you say you love me?
How dare you.

Where were you,
When I cried myself to sleep
Got back on my feet
Fell hard over and over
And couldn’t even keep
My dreams going?
Where were you when I sat alone and hoped that I would die?
Just so I wouldn’t have to finish it myself?
Where were you?

As you pull me close
With your two parents and your brother
And your home
And your flawless clothes
And your success and joy
Your perfect eyes holding mine

Did you know that I spent 18 years (that I can remember)
Living alone
That I held on for something
Making my way in the hopes that someday
I’d find myself
Wrapped by two arms that loved me so…
But where were you before?

I looked up to that empty cold night sky
And prayed upon the starlight, starbright
That the first star I could see tonight…

You know- I wished I may
I wished I might
And I just want to know where you were when the fight
Came down in my world.

Where were you?
I lived in a personal hell
Trapped in that fucking shell
And my cheeks were chapped from the tears that fell
And you were not there.
And you dare,
To tell me you love me.
Well I love you too.

Five Poems In

I’m five poems in and I have no idea what to write.

Everything seems so prose in essence making this also a potential cross-dresser poem

These literary texts now wolves in poetic sheep’s clothing with

Full sentences and rhymes and rhythms that seem to lack…

Rhyme or reason.

All of it because I want to sum it all up-

The struggles you and I have already had,

the promise we have,

the feelings I know now,

the person I’m becoming,

that smile you get when you are so excited,

or our Pokemon themed, honesty founded, midnight-rendezvous-to-care-for-our-mutual-friend filled, tightly bound, emotionally held, adventurous, dangerous, and, ultimately, beautiful thing that we have going on.

So here I am,

five poems in.

But transvestite prose now becomes more as I realize

That all of this will pass

And maybe I shouldn’t write a poem at all

and go blow bubbles instead.

I Wish I Wrote It But…

So today I was surfing tags on wordpress, (you can find things that people blogged about that you have also blogged about), and while I was trying to find something worth reading I came across a simple haiku that read-

“My grandma is dead

I really miss her a lot

See you in heaven”

Intrigued by this poem I traveled to a blog that held one of the better poems I have ever read.  I liked it so much I commented- then the poet wrote me back himself, thanking me for my comment.  I was touched and felt a remarkable connection to the wordpress community.  He asked me to tell my friends about his work and so I am sharing my favorite poem with you but I would not dare take it out of context to please please PLEASE, look over his poem-

SONNETERATION by Jonathonxopher

A beautiful blend of assonance and alliteration meets sonnet genius.  I love it and am dumbfounded as to why someone has not thought of it before.