Pills

Little blue and green,

You control my life now.

Do you feel powerful?

Because I feel helpless.

Let's add another!

They say. 

Little tiny white,

You're in control now, too.

Do you feel powerful?

Because I feel helpless.

She needs more!

They say. 

Little pale pink. 

You have control as well. 

Do you feel powerful?

Because I feel helpless. 

How's another, just in case!

They say. 

Little blue circle. 

You're part of the control. 

Do you feel powerful?

Because I feel helpless. 

She needs more!

They say.

She is ill!

They say. 

These will help her!

They say. 

Do you feel powerful?

Because I feel helpless.

Endless Chase

Who is the Sun?

Who is the Moon?

They are so in love that

They chase each other around the Earth

Never bothering to realize that

If one of them would just slow down

They could perhaps meet

For one second

Love by Roy Croft

Love

I love you

Not only for what you are,

But for what I am

When I am with you.

I love you,

Not only for what

You have made of yourself,

But for what

You are making of me.

I love you

For the part of me

That you bring out;

I love you

For putting your hand

Into my heaped-up heart

And passing over

All the foolish, weak things

That you can't help

Dimly seeing there,

And for drawing out

Into the light

All the beautiful belongings

That no one else had looked

Quite far enough to find

I love you because you

Are helping me to make

Of the lumber of my life

Not a tavern

But a temple.

Out of the works

Of my every day

Not a reproach

But a song.

I love you

Because you have done

More than any creed

Could have done

To make me good.

And more than any fate

Could have done

To make me happy.

You have done it

Without a touch,

Without a word,

Without a sign.

You have done it

By being yourself.

Perhaps that is what

Being a friend means,

After all.

by Roy Croft

Haiku(s) To You(s)

Can you just shut up.

Your voice makes me cringe and you're

Really annoying.

I can't even start

To explain how obnoxious

You and your "friends" are.

Ew no wow no stop.

Please stop trying so hard to

Impress everyone

Because it doesn't

Work. Everyone knows you're fake

As your eyelashes.

You think you're cool but

Hipsters are overrated.

And so are you, too.

YEAH SOMETIMES I STILL WRITE ABOUT CODY SIMPSON DEAL WITH IT

You sway me with your melody

And rock me with your rhythm.

The notes trickle into intertwining with the powerful lyrics.

Someday our voices will meet,

Combining and flowing through one

Another so peacefully and serene. 

"Poem To/For/About My Best Friend"

Beware. I cried. Hard. Don't say I didn't warn you. This is deep man. 

"What do you read when you look at me?"

A While Back

You know sometimes when you're driving down the backroad riding in the passenger seat of the truck and you just stare out the window and see how the trees that are closest to you move past so much faster than the ones that are miles away, and you notice that the clouds never even look like they're moving until you really focus and trick your mind into seeing the wind, and how you didn't even see that family of deer right over the crest of the hill until someone else yells and points them out, and how all the plants look dusted with white and all the branches are sparkling and ice covered. And you just wonder.

Typewriter Trials (pt. 1)

Random Update (not poetry or anything remotely interesting)

Hey guys (or whoever actually reads this blog [so like two of my friends]) I know I haven't posted anything I've written very recently, mostly because I've been so busy. Once things start to settle down (and I have more time to way over-think things) is usually when I start writing the most. So yeah, and I think I might start doing the titles differently again because just writing the date is kind of boring and confusing. (Did I just insult my less mature self I think so). All right that's all good bye have a nice day. 

Mid Summer Job Dilemma (Lucas I Hope You See This.)

You smiled. 

We talked.

You winked. 

I blushed. 

You joked.

We laughed. 

You flirted. 

I crushed.

The you's stayed you's,

But the I's turned to she's and the we's turned to they's. 

My hopes were stunned

And my dreams fell flat.

You would have been mine

If you didn't talk to every girl

Just like that.