The comforter

I’m grabbing a pillow tonight.

I’m going to hold it,

squeeze it, 

feel it.

I want to know that this pillow is there.

I’m grabbing a pillow.

I want to talk to it,

Whisper to it,

Tell sweet things to it.

I want to tell the pillow: I love you.

I’m grabbing a pillow.

I want to play with it,

Caress it,

Make it feel comfy.

I want to cozy up with the pillow,

watch the light from the stars,

and the moon gleam off the corner of it,

and shine like a beacon.

I’m grabbing a pillow.

I wish the pillow could grab me back,

wrap itself around me,

I want to feel it’s warmth on a cold night,

or when I’m sad,

and need a pillow to cuddle up to.

I’m grabbing a pillow.

But, wait?

Something's wrong!

I can’t find it!

I’m frantic,

running around the house,

searching!

Where’s my pillow?

I need the pillow!

What happened to my pillow?

I’m grabbing a pillow.

I found it.

But wait?

Oh, no!

The pillow, it’s ripped!

What happened?

The pillow is opened,

it’s feathers are spilling everywhere!

Quick! Fix my pillow!

I’m grabbing for my pillow,

and I’m screaming,

and crying,

and panicking!

Help, Help!

Someone, please!

Fix my pillow!

I’m grabbing my pillow,

and hurriedly, I grab some thread.

But I can’t sow!

I’m desperate to fix the pillow!

Oh, no! What do I do?

Stay with me pillow!

Don’t leave me pillow!

I need you.

I’m grabbing for my pillow,

but I can’t fix it.

It’s spilling all over.

Now, I have feathers all over,

and an empty pillow case.

I scream. 

I cry.

The pillow!

 No pillow.

What do I do?

Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!

Oh no.

I grabbed for my pillow,

but there was no pillow to grab.

And then, I woke up.

Crying,

Tears all over.

There I was, wet,

awake.

And below me,

my pillow.

It was all a dream.

I thought I’d lost you.

I need you,

I can’t live without you.

I love you.

Fast Food

That’s the best burger

I’ve ever done had!

All of the others

were horribly bad!

The cola they served me though,

wasn’t so good.

It had all the flavor

of bad rotted wood.

The chips were like leather

I must have you know.

If you asked: Would I eat there again?

Maybe no.

But here is the reason

I’d go there to eat

They make the food fast,

and I’m kind of cheap…

Shipwrecked

It’s just like you came

from out of the sky,

with the grace of a dove

so sweet when you fly.

I was lost out to sea,

on a ship with no wind.

I was sailing adrift,

when the tide washed me in.

That’s when you found me

alone on the beach,

without any water,

and no food to eat.

You saved me,

 and pulled me

from out of the rain.

You dried me,

and cured me

from all of my pain.

And now, I feel peace

and away from all harm.

So happy to be

all alone

in your arms.

Door Number Two.

Roses are red,
violets are blue.
But that's not how
I think of you.

You're more like
a shade of gray,
in a dingy, scummy, rancid, way.

I thought of all the things I do,
to try and make you
love me too.

But now I see,
it could not be.
I realize that it was not me.

You had a chance,
one that you squandered.
You wasted all my time,
and pondered.

The clock has struck,
the plane is leaving,
if you're not on it,
that's your doing.

If with me, you wish to go,
It's now your fault
My answer's "no."

I offered you my milk and honey,
Instead?
You chose a chocolate bunny!

You turned down my coins of labor,
So now?
They're with a better neighbor.

You should have come at business hours.
The store is closed.
Those aren't your flowers!

Setting Sail

What a sunny day it is,
The clouds are gone.
The birds are singing.

The water is so clean and clear,
Happiness is everywhere.

The weather is so fine right now.
The wind is light.
The grass is still.

My heart beats soft
and O, so calm.
It feels like nothing
can go wrong.

I spot a tall ship
out at sea,
it's sailing to some place
unknown.

I dream I'm sailing on it too,
So happy to be
there with you.

My wish

I wanted to tell you,

but it’d be a waste.

I wanted to ask you,

I guess it’s too late.

How do I tell you

how much that you mattered?

I’m afraid you will hate me,

my life would be shattered.

For a year and a half

I’ve been holding it back,

afraid that I’d come off

as some sort of hack.

And yet, I can’t ask you,

because I well know,

you wouldn’t say “yes,”

you’d likely say “no.”

But soon, you are leaving

and saying goodbye

I might never see you again,

here’s my cry.

I wanted to ask you

If you’d marry me.

I know, I can’t ask you.

So I’ll just let it be.