An Ode To Hopeless Romanticism

What does one do when he has a natural
talent for falling in love too quickly?
What do I do when I can’t control my heart?
Why did I let myself become wrapped
around the fingertips of a blue-eyed beauty?

She’s amazing, too.
She’s the one reason for my having misguided
feelings for other girls, when she could always
steal my attention away from anyone else.
Nineteen of my most passionate poems were
inspired by her grace, her beauty, her voice,
her smile, her laugh, and above all her amazing blue eyes,
the eyes that for five years I’ve wanted to look into
just one time and tell her that I can’t ever let go
of the feelings I have for her.
But I can’t do it, because I’m afraid that confessing
that I love her—and yes, I love her—would
cause the close friendship we have to crumble.

I can’t let her go, and I can’t tell her that I can’t let her go.
What is a hopeless romantic to do?

#89                                                  03-28-07

A Photograph of Endless Love

The words fly from my fingertips
and flutter onto the unjudging paper
while my heart screams softly
these melodies made only for you.

Freeze time so that forever is forever
a possibility, so that age would
only be a number.

Pull me out of these rising tides of feelings
that refuse to recede and we’ll
fall back onto the sand together.

Don’t be afraid to feel passion,
and don’t fear its associated happiness.
Don’t be afraid to defy your mind
and follow your heart, because
love is defiance against loneliness.

Piece together your mystery, and I’ll
forever be lost in the world behind your blue eyes
If only you’d let me in. Give me one day
and I’ll show you what you’ve infused
into the core of my heart, I’ll prove that I
can never let go of these feelings.

Don’t be afraid to accept these innocent words
‘cause they’re only a simple protest against this unrequited love.

#88                                           03-27-07

Three Words in Place of Three Million

These are the days when I feel insightful
and I swipe my words from unassuming graffiti
on brick walls and train track bridges;
and my feelings fly through the blue skies,
those which remind me of your unrevealing eyes
that would never admit to loving anyone
in a black t-shirt and blue denim jeans;
and my pessimism clips the wings of
my faded heart while it searches for
the one way to the place where yours is.
I would love to reach out and touch
that soft skin that drives me crazy
and to listen to the answers in your breathing
that would explain what it would take for
your voice to repeat everything I’ve said, everything I’ve wanted
to say to you since the first day I fell in love with you.
Cupid’s blind arrows embed the temptation in me
to fall into your fingertips for forever and a day
and give you the 99% of my heart
that could never let you slip from my mind.
So let me passively win over your defiant heart
and make these adamant dreams into padlocked memories
that would, in my final moments, flash before my eyes,
and while you run your fingers through your
long brown hair, let me whisper into your ear,
“I love you,
I love you,
I love you.”

#86                                                 03-27-07

When We Forget The Ones Who Care The Most

In the corner of a blank white room
there’s a suggestion box of unanswered dreams
the necessities and cornerstones of so many fragile souls
who could only pray that someone would answer the call
and save their melodramatic lives turned upside-down
from the lies that are spit at them day after day
collecting in a pool of hatred and oppression.
Written with 40% heart and 60% revenge,
in these verses they throw out into the firestorm
that we call in America our “society,”
their words plea for help and call for revolution all the same.
Such blatant defiance serves as inspiration to the innovative
and it spurs a revival of individualism and rebellion
and these thoughts collected on 4×8 note cards are dropped into a box,
only unanswered dreams in a suggestion box
in the corner of a blank white room.

#86                                                              03-27-07

Compilation From A Car Ride

I watch the peaceful scenery fly by
and think about things on this two-hour car ride
and the rocks covered with ice formations
trump the sun as lifeless indications
of the chilly New England weather outside
that can’t affect me on this two-hour car ride.

I listen to insightful indie lyrics
to get my daily new music fix
and stare out the window for inspiration
while the artistry of word manipulation
reminds me of the challenge of this rhyme
which, compared to free verse, takes far more time

I gaze at the gray overcast sky
while Boston beckons with a rustic eye
and the retro brick buildings are an inviting sight
as Fenway Park passes by on the right
traveling in a sea of traffic scattered across the highway
while every mindless driver adds suspense to our day.

And then I think about you
and I can’t think about anything else.

#85                                            03-18-07

A Weakness For Blue Eyes

You remind me of my love for you
every time your eyes look my way

Those eyes are a deep blue epidemic to me
that ignites the passion within my soul
and causes me to lose focus on
everything else.

And no matter what, I’ll always say
that your eyes are the best part of you

#84                                   03-14-07

Inspiration In The Hallways

If you had turned around again
after we had said “hey” in the hallways,
you would have seen the lustful
desire in my eyes, and my love for you
written all across my face.

‘Cause I would give anything just
to have you take away my loneliness
and there’s no telling what could happen
if only we were together
for just one day.

#83                                                      03-14-07

Nine Squared Plus One

I’d love for the world
to be more accepting.

Living in a bubble of
meaningful, insignificant thoughts
and watching the hearts of
thousands floating face down
in a pool of rejection, turned
blue from the lack of affection.

Feeling only physical attraction
five seconds at a time for
all the high school beauties
while a mix of indie music
speaks insightful lyrics in my ears
as I wander through the halls.

When did this competition for
undivided attention become
so meaningless? It’s not like
this is how the rest of your
life is going to play out.
It’s only high school.

But for some reason
I wouldn’t change a thing
in a world that needs so much of it.

#82                                                  03-14-07

Drowning Out The Loneliness

It’s nice to be able to sing
the lyrics of my favorite songs
to drown out the sorrow
of my own loneliness

Walk down the hallways
with the music turned up
and my eyes turned down to the floor
not paying attention to the world

Wandering through life
with blind eyes turned toward the sun
but I feel your presence around me
and I forget how to feel alone.

#81                                             03-13-07

The Morning Routine

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…
6:00 A.M.: the alarm clock goes off
and with a crash to the floor
both it and I sleep again.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…

6:20 A.M.: the alarm on my cell phone goes off
and I choose the snooze option twice, so that
the alarm goes off every 5 minutes.

I drag myself out of bed 10 minutes later
and look longingly back down
at the pillow, which for some reason
looks the most inviting at 6:30 in the morning.

Turn on The Weather Channel
just in time for Local on the 8s
and eat chocolate chip mini muffins
while the automated voice on the television
belts out the forecast: 54º and sunny.

Prepare for school in the next few dragging minutes
and go out at 6:50 to scrape the frost off
the windows of my little green car
because its still 34º before 8 A.M.

It’s gonna be a long day.

#80                                         03-12-07

A Rhetorical Analysis of Ardent Heartache VIII: A Final Blind Stab At Triumph

Would you accept all my love
if I promised it for all of our lives?

And would you accept all this passion
if I gave it to you in the form of a kiss?

And would you give me your hand
if I said I would give you everything?

Would you share these fiery passions
to survive the icy hatred of the world?

I could never love you any less
and I’d say it over and over,
I’d say it a million times to you,
“I love you, I love you, I love you,”
just to help you understand how deep
how everlasting this passion really is.

And if this plea escapes through your fingertips
just don’t tell me that these five years
were all for nothing, because those piercing
words would kill everything I feel inside.

But I won’t give this up without a fight
so with exposed feelings I ask you one last question:
Would you love me always and forever?
Because I could never truly live without you.

#79                                                        03-10-07

A Rhetorical Analysis of Ardent Heartache VII: Redefining “Euphoric Love”

Is there a point at which
the euphoria of love ends?

Is there a possibility one could
feel love on infinite levels?

Theoretically, emotion could
not have an infinite depth,
but who said all emotions
were created equal?

What could explain the
butterflies-in-my-stomach
feeling I get when I’m
merely thinking of you?

No one could find this
type of euphoric love
at the bottom of a
Cracker Jack box.
It has to be formed and
developed and held tightly
until there is no letting go.

Why do I feel passively tormented
when the mere sight of your form
seems to take away all my problems?

Why else would all my hopes and
dreams be the catalysts for these words?

I couldn’t think of, couldn’t write
a more explicit explanation for
the way you blur my mind with
such a deeply unrelenting passion.

Its just that you’re so perfect
and I could never get enough of you.

#78                                                            03-09-07