the 2am poem

My mother will never let me be a starving writer

she'd rather my regrets be as secure as my salary

but I know deep down she is right

I shouldn't let myself waste away writing mediocre poetry

hoping that one day I'll find even a modicum of talent

but for the time being

sitting around trying to find myself is made more lively

with a few verses about the girls who prefer

handsome boys with potential

and the memories I prefer to block out

what am I if not a few melodramatic lines

on anything and everything

I'm the cringe on a real writer's face

and the guilt in my mother's smile

but for those who'd use my shoulder as a pillow

and my head and heart as a bank

my pen stands as loyal guardian

and when they look in my eyes

they'll see every gouging pain

I've had the courage to love

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 it isn't that 


anyone's mind 


is being read


that  just isn't possible


same as blue 


isn't red




but it's because


when you're close


to the universe's needs


what you ask will 


be answered


wrapped up gently


in love's seeds






patience must be learned


the guidance can be thin


you can't rush it you have to wait


for it to surface from within






9:46 AM 7/6/2013










Author's Notes/Comments: 

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