Melissa, Oh!

Category: Poetry

  • How she knows he still loves her

    Sunrise walks across sleeping Children in their 20s still drunk On love and from the night before As he lays quietly feeling her Breathing steady back to him Snuggled she sleeps finally But only when he is there. In daylight she chases dreams He always said he wanted But he runs from her now Says…

  • Double bulls with the first throw

    Eyes like darts, your target was my heart I thought you meant to hold it, not puncture but I was never very sure of this game. I seem to throw best when blinded and you – always with a plan didn’t see this one coming You tell me to go for the bulls eye “I’ll get the rest,” you…

  • In search of a famous body piercer

    We went to Atlanta in search of Isabella Though we knew her impossible to recognize Friends in the Bible Belt Withdraw at the mention of her name Or else cluelessly Name daughters after her Complete with ponytails and pink ribbons You and I look at each other and snicker Yes, we know we are childish. We…

  • Arguing with a lover

    And it was during those times when they went at it like two boxers before a fight calling out threats from across the ring she knew why they called it a thin line as passion swelled underneath tears wasn’t long before he swelled underneath her fighting gives way to frolicking her hand underneath his – brief as lines are…

  • Involuntary furlough

    I am fighting sleep only for the chance to hear your voice. Call you at 2 a.m. just to make sure I’m still in your dreams Drink a margarita for me please Make it extra strong — These days, we need the strength. I go out to the woods to seek my transcendalist side Decide…

  • Bring on the drama: I need material

    When I am sad or heartbroken, the positive thing that I can usually take from it is poetry or short stories or journal entries. When I am happy, my creative writing blows. Never really written about puppies or sunsets – not well, anyway. The past several years have been mostly a happy time for me. Is…

  • This ain’t no Ferris Wheel

    Come sit with me on our bed, my friend As close to me as you can get lest you fall off the edge Hold on tight, honey This ride isn’t for the faint of Heart loses but that’s not important We are only a fantasy; isn’t that right? You never expected truth. I called you…

  • Waiting for November

    Thoughts turn to poetry that rhymes and pretty girls that taunt his mind If he waits until he’s ready What if ready doesn’t come A trilogy of thoughts clogs his heart Fifty-thousand words in 30 days A writer’s blocked-up mind can only think of red candles and voices in his head This one-bedroom isn’t big…

  • The moment after all goes dark

    Never did the street lights seem so far apart as they did when she would run between them fast on the first set, slow on the second that perfect moment between day and night It is impossible to cling to both sides but if she selects one, she admits the other is not right. So…

  • It was a curvy road finding you

    But when our eyes touched joined in our new world I could do nothing but stare and wonder what it would take to know you to hold you and then we said hello Cedar Mountain was ours but it couldn’t keep us You belonged to the shore but my heart was yours You were in…