I asked girl A if she knew girl B. Girl A said, "Never liked her. For she is one of the popular girls, And I know what that crowd is all about." This would have been news to my friend, girl B, Who said boys never called her Thinking she must have been busy, I guess, Or something. She had no idea. So A hated B for something she wasn't; And B hated life, for something IT wasn't, And I saw the girls were just like us boys: But that didn't help anybody, at all.
I wish I hadn’t kissed you,
We should’ve left that out;
‘Cause ever since we did, it’s all
That I can think about
Your scent, intoxicating, and
The soft feel of your skin:
I wish I’d never kissed you,
Or wish I could
Again
When love first breaks Like dawn across the sky, Your heart fills up And all the old fears die And every cold And lonely day recedes, Within the ground Are planted golden seeds -- When love first breaks Like shattered porcelain, The heart lies broken, Filled with fears again The cold returns To fill us from inside: As 'neath the snow Lie nascent trees that died
If you need magic, all the time,
I may not be the one —
But if working hard at it – every day – means anything,
I’d like to be considered for
The position of us
(Besides, you are magical enough for two people)
I know many love you,
But somehow I doubt
Anyone could love your craziness
Your passion
Your curiosity and intelligence
Your strength
Or your hair
Quite like I do
You are the best song I’ve ever heard,
The best story I’ve ever walked in on in the middle,
The best friend I could ever want,
And the best person I’ve known, period
(Even when you are smiling at me upside down)
Take this journey with me and we
Will see the world
Be the world
And free the world
Together
Or maybe we’ll just
Laugh,
Love,
Grow old,
Make pizza,
Watch movies,
Throw popcorn at each other,
And watch the sun set and rise
Over 30,000 days and nights
And the 30,000 different ways
I will find
To love you
When I was just a little boy
A certain prayer I said;
To shield me from the scary things
Before I went to bed
I hear the words, but cannot find
What I felt with that prayer:
If I should die before I wake
I really
Just don’t
Care
(“Old Poem, Written Age 26” – 10-20-1988)
[I had completely forgotten this poem and the event it refers to. At the time, I would not have thought that possible, so hard did it hit me. – Owen]
One night, you gave yourself to me
the next night you had gone away
I do not understand
I do not understand at all
I still remember how it felt
to be right next inside of you
I do not understand
I do not understand at all
The wine the bath the touch the kiss
the hours spent in all of this –
The feel of you the sound of you
the taste of your intention
One night I do not understand
I still I do not understand
The wine I do not understand
I do not understand
I glimpsed you in the food court,
And I can see you still;
You’ve never known I like you,
And prob’ly never will
I have a super-power when
You’re near me though, it’s true —
For without even trying
I’m invisible
To you
I know that in relationships
I am no sort of whiz:
But please don’t tell me it’s not me
Because I know it is
It’s me that you don’t want to see
Or talk to anymore:
It’s me that makes you cringe
When I come walking through the door
Listen, I will not make scenes
I will just go away:
Although I’m me, I still have pride –
Just much less
Every
Day
I watched them laugh.
I’d loved her once –
But that was many years ago —
I’m glad she’s happy,
There, with him –
I know I never made her so –
The summer wind is all around;
It’s carrying their laughter –
The silence: that was us, before –
The music: that’s them,
After
