Good lord, you're the best thing that ever has and ever will happen to me. I love you, starshine.
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There’s not enough words to say
How much I
My phone call:
I really can’t talk
It’s upsetting indeed
So I’ll keep it simply
Short and sweet
I have no idea
What you did today
But whatever it was
I have this to say
You’re beautiful in every way
I hope you had a perfect day
Whatever it was what made you smile
I hope it sticks around a while
I hope everything went your way
And that it will every day
If I could make you smile now
Well you’ll just have to tell me how
I’m very lucky Life went my way
Because you were mine this lovely day
I don’t know much about tomorrow…
But that’s okay.
Sir, thank you for the lovely call;
I wasn’t expecting that at all.
Such clever words bound into place..
Who knew how fast my heart could race?
You always seem to make my day.
I’ve smiled about a thousand ways.
Get some sleep, you need the rest
To care for the heart that’s in your chest.
Oh be gentle, it’s mine, you see.
Be sure to handle carefully.
It’s all yours now, call it your own,
For I hope yours has found a home
Between my outstretched arms. My dear,
Would you mind if I kept it here?
Since I now must bid adieu,
I do present my poem to you.
Every single dream I dream I dream to dream of thee
It’s redundantly spectacularly endlessly my dream
To dream a dream of dreamers just falling helplessly
In dreams of thee I hope you see all that we’ve ever dreamed
You see I dream of twiddle dum I’ve dreamt of twiddle dee
But every single dream I dream I dream to dream of thee
Lately the crickets are out and about
Chirping and burping and twirping about
They say for each note that a cricket performs
In a minute, that is, it’ll tell you how warm
That the night really is, really is hot indeed
Each chirp and each burp shows the night’s true degree
And I’ve always wondered and wanted to know
Just what else these chirpy twerps know
I bet if you hold them across from your chest
They’ll listen quite close before they can guess
How fast your heart is going right then
How slow or how fast it’s going right then
I wish I could show you but I’d be too shy
When you would hear that my heart beat would rise
I’d blush and giggle and say “Oh this one’s broke”
And pretend like he was for some silly joke
But I can’t pretend after 82
That’s too many cricket’s to go “Whoops this one too!”
I wish I could show you but you mustn’t know
That the beat always rises when your smile glows
I’d bring you a cricket, if I wasn’t shy
He’d write you a tune of my hearts sweet delight
Laura heals in a way I can’t explain to you
And it feels like an angel has molded my heart into
Something that I want to be its something that’s calling my name
And darling I know it’s just a phase but I can hope otherwise
I know its not just me
I know what you need
I know all the answers
I know how to please
Laura is just the name for something more wonderful
See it’s only my girl That makes life so beautiful
And something that’s worth every minute she’s worth every second of time
And darlin I know it’s just a phase
But I know its not just me
I know what you need
I know all the answers
I know how to please
I could paint you a silhouette.
I could paint you: a silhouette.
I could paint us as a silhouette.
But in my fondest paintings it looks more like an ink blot with two smiles.
Not that I have, but I could draw ink blots all day if you asked me to.
And on a sunny day, I fancy the idea that you and I could lay under a blanket and have our own orchestra of shadows.
Not a comforter. A blanket. You taught me the difference between the two. Somehow at 15 I didn’t know.
Somehow you seem to know a lot. It seems you know all the little things I don’t… Like you’re my other half.
"Like" because a simile is the only grammatically correct linguistic device capable of correctly portraying emotion.
Scratch that. Passion. Passion only matched by that of a duet. And that’s how I see it. Two harmonious notes struck into place. Interlocked in the utter beauty of companionship.
You’ll never admit it, but I see it like it is: a clever hypnosis slowly taking over every minute of conscious thought. You’ve already conquered subconscious and unconscious thought.
And I don’t know what the final trick of this hypnotism is… but I think I’m okay with it.
I’m okay with the simplicity of just saying me too. Or. You too.
I’m okay with the simplicity. Just the simple outline. Just the shadow. Just the silhouette.
Grandpa Joe Heel Click
Hearing smiles on the phone
Nutella and Baman Piderman
Charlie Chaplin films
Alex and the Ironic Gentleman
Skiing Refrigerator on the Moon/MakeCold5000
Edgar Allen Poe
Colors flitted playfully across the sky as the first beams of sunlight peeked over the horizon. The sky began to brim with warmth, bleeding watercolors with the tones of day began to seep into every corner. The Earth yawned a great yawn and shuddered with pleasure, shaking dew onto each blade of grass. The flowers stretched their delicate stems and turned their petaled, smiling faces toward the ever-climbing Sun. The World was awake that morning—If you pay attention, there is much beauty in the breaking of dawn.
It was a sunny day as the sky seemed to swell with color. It wasn’t an Aurora, but this wasn’t a normal day either.
Frantically power walking, the duo was in a heated debate based on the morality of time machines.
"Bringing back current technology to the past advances current day technology!"
"But in doing so you create a different present!"
"Never the less it creates a new more successful environment."
"But who said it hasn’t happened already? It could have!"
"Then we would immediately have a more advanced society as well as technology-"
"Not true! In doing so you create a paradox: the constant of the time traveler going back and yet again giving the past even grander technology yet!"
"And who are you to proclaim that in this newly advanced society this man would always have the so called fate, quote un-quote, of going back in time. Well what If in this paradox he didn’t?"
"Then you’re pleading the case of Shroedinger’s Cat: that there’s a parallel universe, but in that same paradox, the time traveler did!"
"And what is the bother with that?"
"Well then does it necessarily affect us at all?"
"Well that’s what I’m getting at!"
"We’re getting nowhere…"
Thinking to themselves, they traversed the dew covered grass.
"Sonny, aren’t you a little small to be here?"
The puzzled old man behind the reception desk peered over his glasses at Jake. He smiled as he took in the scrawny, 4’8” boy standing across the table. He turned to Louis, the child’s companion.
“This isn’t bring your kid to work day, sir,” he chuckled.
Not amused, Jake slid his pass and student ID towards the old clerk.
“We’re here for the Conference. Thank you.”
With that, Jake snatched them off the desk and bolted through the massive oak doors. The clerk was still gawking at the still swinging doors when Louis gently placed his own pass and ID on the desk. After a moment, the old man coughed slightly and regained his focus.
He mumbled to himself and, nodding vaguely towards Louis, slowly turned to ask, “How old is the kid?”
Louis paused for a moment to smile and give a simple reply before he swept through the doors:
“He’s nine years old, and yeah, he’s my roommate.”
Louis noted the craftsmanship on the oak doors as he stepped into the Ballroom. He found the doors to resemble the work of Athenian temples, with romanticized caricatures acting a scene from Hamlet. He recalled the revered door making competition between the two great artists, and questioned the possibility of drawing the perfect circle.
Perplexed by his own hypothetical questions, Louis intentionally avoided acknowledging the activities of the Conference Room.
"Louis!" shrieked an all too familiar voice.
"I am certainly not ready for this chaos…"