Yes?

It's quarter-to-four AM

Sitting here wide awake

listening to the thunder

rumbling, low and soft, outside my window



Flashes of lightning so dim

looks like cars rolling by

to a destination unknown

to me.



Dog,

sitting near my knee

panting

the smell of her breath is enough to put you under



Weather man on tv

telling me what to expect

droughts in the west

rains in the east



Sitting here writing

on a piece of blank paper

torn

from the back of  my burners users manual



in purple ink, i write

countless words and phrases



my life as is



running quite smoothly, my life is

New Girlfriend

Better Life

Most improved in grade 9, awarded 20 bucks



My talents for web design

have helped me out

a request to volunteer

to give up some time

to help build a site

yet, i know not much HTML



I could pre-build pages on the net at home

and take them to our house

for use on the site

but i am not quite sure how to go about it

ANYWAY.



I think i should stay up all night

and go to sleep earlier tomorrow

to get back on my regular track



Writing



I feel quite content

when i write, it helps to express

just the words flowing out

i dont really think when i write

i just write what i write

changing a word or two between the written and typed copies



just to un load everything in mt head

on to one, two, three, four, or five pieces of paper

lifts a thousand pounds off of me



I have problems

Just like everyone else

and i admit it

unlike some people

ands as a wise-man once said, "anyone whom is perfect is surely lieing"



they deny how they feel

thinking that if they deny having problems

their problems will fade, like a dying pen

or like the dissappearing ink, you buy in a gag/joke shoppe



I usually confess my problems

either verbally, physically, emotionally, or thru poetry



My poetry drives my baby wild

not the bad kind of wild

the good, serine thinking kind of wild

a kind of wild which makes her love me more and more with each poem



Sometimes i don't know

sometimes i get confused

Is my love for you here?

or is it?

but i think its good

because

your mind tends to wonder

when your being swept off your feet, by something that seems so surreal



You know I love you

I know you love me

I want to say it

I have to

I need to

I pine to

.............I love you. Enough to spend my whole life with you.

A connection so astounding

a heavy Kenetic force

pulling us together

like how the north and south poles of a magnet are attracted together

your north

i'm south



I may not see you every day

I might not please you in EVERY way

but you please me

more than words can say

and day by day

there'll be no reason to keep away



soon the best thing will happen

we will both hold a lisence

you before me

ladies before gents

as it always should be



Therefore our time together will grow greater

our time apart will be less

And if we're together when we're old enough

I hope your answer will be yes.

Yes?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

written, quarter to four in the morning of Wednesday, July18, 2001
for the love of my life
Stacey Siscoe

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