Why does he have the power
To reduce me
To a lovesick,
Emotional mess?
It's quite unfair.
At least I can hide it,
And hope he's as good
At hiding the tumult
As I am.

Name the Star Wars Characters

1. He is cut not from cloth
But rock,
His mind the same,
All sharp edges and strength.
The one your mother
Warned you of,
He smells of adventure,
Of sweat, sex, and the stars.

2. He is wisdom
That will grow wisdom.
He is a man
And yet a lion,
Bright like spring.
His hard edges
Are softened like any teacher's.

3. Loyal to his bones,
Though he lacks them,
He'll quietly be there whenever
You ever need him,
For anything.
He's always been there
And how could he not be?
He will never die.

4.  She was strong.
She was sharp as knife
Yet cut herself.
A warrior armed with words
And armies
She still fades like a flower
Caught in oppressive heat.

5. He is a foal,
A storm in eyes too young.
His spirit boils with rebellion
And cools,
Tempered by time and strife.
He is Atlas,
Straining not against the sky
But the whole universe.

The Finished Draft

You look like the finished draft,
Practiced and primed,
Almost unattainable,
Yet still close enough to touch.
You're the twitching smile
Hiding puns, hilarity, and punk rock
Behind a veneer of dignity
That is hardly fake.
You appear as polished as glass,
Sharp and strong
But without any of the sudden shatters.
To my eyes,
You are a willow tree,
As poetic and flexible as any known
While you grow tall and sturdy
Up towards the heavens.

There is so much talent around me,
My heart is full to bursting.
The musicians and actors
Ply their crafts to perfection
While artists capture the world
In frozen frames to keep.
I humbly place my art before you
And ask you not to throw it out.

To exhaused
to bother doing anything,
and here i am
wasting more time.
why play the fool?
maybe it's all that's left.

As I glance at the daffodils
That yesterday were bright yellow
Yet today are faded,
I am reminded of the old truth
"Nothing gold can stay."
For flowers all fade,
Gathered by Time
To be kept in an ageless,
Aging bouquet.

I'm wrapped in love
I do not deserve.
How could I ever
Be worthy of the
Unconditional love
Of a perfect God?
But that doesn't matter,
Not now,
Not when His Son
Paid the price
And made me worthy.

Running a race against time,
Hoping to get the papers written
And enough done
That when the laptop screen dies
I'll survive.

I don't count.
I never felt it so hard as now.
I understand all the same.
She's a better singer,
Better musician,
So I know why I don't count.
He's not said hello though,
Not said my name.
Can I just disappear now?
Just vanish into nothing?
For that would be me
Should his opinion shape the world.
I suppose I should be glad
That he is not the end-all.
Yet in this moment,
Lacking skills he values,
I wouldn't mind not being.

Smaug the Hella (For Lauren)

There once was a whiny little bitch of a dragon
Named Smaug the Stupendous.
(He, of course, preferred Smaug the Hella)
And one day, his favorite meal came knocking at his door
(Well, second favorite.
Dwarves are #1 followed closely by humans).

Now, it is still argued to this day
Whether the man wanted to be a hero
Or if he was just stupid.

But when Smaug opened one wide eye,
The human drew his sword and spoke thus:

"Oh mighty dragon,
Your reign of terror is over.
Your mountain of gold I claim.
I also claim your life,
But if you safely carry me to my home
I will let you keep flying."

The dragon chuckled.
"Bitch, my teeth are razors,
My claws are spears,
And my wings are a fucking hurricane!
I ain't no damn carousel!"

The human backed up,
Only now worried.
"Easy there, Sparky.
I just wanted to give you some exercise.
Since, you know,
You've gotten fat."

"You say 'fat'
But all I hear is 'fabulous.'
You made the mistake of thinking
You could take on Smaug the Hella.
I am the greatest dragon ever!
The gold is all mine!"
 
"The universe doesnt revolve around you."

Smaug had only one reply.
"Liar, liar, corpse on fire."

I will burn
Like fire
And roar
As a lioness.
You can't convince me
Otherwise.

What I Cannot Do

Why must we stare
Into the face of our inadequacy?
Into the visage of our failures?
It's not fair,
But life is not.
Later I will kill him,
Stab that forgetting butterfly
Because I can't bear this pain.
Maybe I'll rip off his wings
And laugh.
He forgot me
But can't be bothered
To erase the searing imprint
He left in me.

I wonder what happens
When a trusting person lets
A missionary kid
Into her inner circle,
When he never can put down roots
And she can never uproot hers?

I wish he could have been there,
When the world crashed down.
I wish someone
Could have reached for me
Before the moment turned deadly
And pulled me back to safety.
So when my mind betrayed me,
Drawing my lungs as cruel allies,
I could either breathe too little too fast
Or not at all.
Neither was chosen.
My call for help went answered,
Yet I still wish I had not needed to call.

Some Friday night.
Sitting, covered in homework and projects,
In a room not my own,
No dancing to be done,
And everyone in the same place as me.
I chose this though,
Chose this above all else.
Perhaps this will be good for me.

I am no trickster.
I have no mind for pranks.
That's how it goes,
I suppose.
So I'll not even
Attack him with a paper fish,
Just sit next to him
And cram for this history exam
I'll wake up to tomorrow.

(And that's what you get for the 500th poem)