my brain does not function
like the norm
there are wires that go
to wrong connections
and others that lead
to nowhere
this misguided network
causes grief on many occasions
yet creates a unique
process of thought
that allows my
navigation to areas
others only visit
by reading my words
i knew there was something different
i didn’t know what
i didn’t know why
i just knew
meeting you has changed my beliefs
i’m beginning to believe in fate
i’ve come to believe in love
from the time i first felt vulnerable
to the moment you gave me strength
the seed was planted to grow my love for you
as the moments of joy happen in slow motion
and the trickles of pain barely harm us
i record every moment of my love for you
as you said our vows while chewing gum
and kissed me with eyes that cannot lie
i am reminded of my love for you
every time i touch your hand
and squeeze your fingers to draw power
i strengthen my love for you
for the times you wipe my problems away
with the swaying of your hand accross my face
i am graced by your love for me
as i watch the world change around us
without needing to chart a new course
i revolve around my love for you
as i form these words on paper
from emotion that pours from my heart
my veins flow with my love for you
and as we add another soul to join our life
with the birth of our first child
i will always be reminded of my love for you
Inspiration
I hadn’t written a poem about us since before we were married. One day while driving pieces of words and phrases started coming to me. After feeling this inspiration I sat down, wrote this, and presented it to her for our third anniversary
sometimes I wonder what would have happened
had I not veered down my current path…
looking back I distantly remember
my self induced excursion
to a world of isolation
where my friends and enemies
where one in the same
where looking in the mirror
felt good and bad
but bad mostly felt good
because it was comfortable
and soothing
and there was no urgency to
alleviate the situation
i remember it well
and miss the chance
to taste it once again
yes it�s the neurons misfiring
but they are mine
they are what shapes me
and what brought you these words
screaming silence
from the top of my mind
loud god damned noises
that go on and on
burning ice
starts the firewater beads
of liquid that drip from my frow
my wet hair singes
from red hot thoughts
that keep the mind wide open
while the eyes are shut quite tight
the saliva slowly flows down
the corner of my mouth
and falls from my chin
to the puddle
on the coarse cold concrete
below me
i will awaken
from this comfortable torture
and be relieved for a while
until i realize
that i shall fare far worse
as i hear my cell door open
i’m sitting in the backseat of a car
i’m a seven year old with a sly smile
the elders are in front
talking about me in the third person
i pretend, as always, to be marvelling
at the sites outside the car window
it’s off to the big building
to spend time with the misfits
the ones that are happy with nap time and recess
i struggle with thoughts
of how to pass the time
i am growing quite bored
with this daily ritual
i spin my head
towards the front of the car
as i hear my mom screaming
our car is skidding towards a red truck ahead
suddenly there is
no noise
no light
and no school
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