2003: February 3 to November 12

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I've already written a lot more this year than I did all of last year. The poems are also a hell of a lot better than the ones from last year (except maybe the Star Wars poem).

I'm so dizzy,
from the perfume
on your
shoulders

I'm so missing,
something inside
of me from
the drive between us.

But smile tonight,
darling,
I'll be there
tomorrow

© November 12, 2003, Mike Fish

Suddenly I'm flying,
It's you again.
In a letter
In a chat
On the phone
It's your picture
in a picture
on my desk
You don't like it,
but it's beauty
for the night

© September 19, 2003, Mike Fish

Fall inside
candlelit
eyes
and cry
trying hard to try
to say
goodbye

© September 3, 2003, Mike Fish

A late night run
under
stars
Makes me think
of where you are
And who you're with
or if you're sad
and makes
me want to
hold you
again

© September 4, 2003, Mike Fish

I'm restless now
I want to hear your voice
again
I need to see your smile
and
touch your skin.
Just a week now
I feel so weak now
Apart from you,
something doesn't
feel
right.

© September 5, 2003, Mike Fish

Let me take a picture
and capture you
in time
* * *
Walk along a beach
somewhere
and hold you
in my hands
* * *
Wonder time and time
again
How much better
it will get

© July 3, 2003, Mike Fish

So what if you're not perfect?
Isn't that kind of
up to me?
I just need someone
who'll be there
Being close to me.
* * *
And I'm sorry for what I've said before
but I didn't get to choose
Read it as you want it
I really do love
you.

© July 3, 2003, Mike Fish

Everyone should find the song "She Will Have Her Way" by Neil Finn. Apparently, it's on the Felicity soundtrack, which I don't recommend investing in, but I found it watching Sports Night.

I'm not alone
but I'm
a little
afraid
Of what I'll
say
or something that
I'll do
* * *
I could look into
her eyes
And there rest
or fantasize
All I want to say
Everything I say
Goes deeper

© June 26, 2003, Mike Fish

How can
I stay,
walking and breathing?
The secret is
feeling
and knowing that
somewhere she
might
be awake + thinking
that she might need someone

© June 21, 2003, Mike Fish

Found a place
I thought it lost
But you
Were there
to make me see
* * *
I
can't say
All
I want to
But believe me,
what I say,
I mean

© June 18, 2003, Mike Fish

Cool, exactly a month between this and my last poem...spooky!

So I know I
probably
bore her
I could talk for hours
And not
notice
* * *
But how many times
can I say it?
To an empty mirror
or in the shower?
* * *
I say it’s just
timing.
Haven’t there been enough
chances?
* * *
But how many times
can I say it?
Before it becomes too late,
and I’m left wondering
where the time
went?

© May 14, 2003, Mike Fish

So, two poems in two days; I've got a bit of a streak going here, I guess.

You rub your eyes;
Your contacts
bug you
Sorry to keep
you out
until 2
Wait till the commercial
then I'll take
you home
And watch this
night
on replay

© April 14, 2003, Mike Fish

Try to
remember
the
steps in
succession
* * *
Looking back on
what's
been done,
I don't want
to lose you.
* * *
Put your arms around
me
and we'll fall asleep
with
the
candles

© April 13, 2003, Mike Fish

Here I go
running around
again
* * *
Maybe you can't see
The way
I'm
twisted
* * *
On Monday
I'm the one
By Thursday night
Is that feeling gone?
* * *
This old feeling
I almost forgot
what it's like
We're so close
but still so
far
away

© March 26, 2003, Mike Fish

Dedicated to anyone who has ever waited too long to tell someone how they feel about him/her. This was written at 3 AM, after having played Solitaire for about two hours, and while listening to Good Charlotte and John Mayer.

I go home
Put on some John Mayer
And think,
"Why didn't I say to her..."
* * *
What can I say?
Hey, I like her
But maybe it's too soon
Maybe it's wrong
Maybe it's all just not
* * *
Trying to stop
Thinking about her.
But it's a habit
She's everywhere I look
* * *
I see her laugh
I want to laugh with her
Grab her around the waist
And give her a tickle
* * *
But I don't...
I walk out of work
Coat on my shoulder
And watch her into her car.

© February 23, 2003, Mike Fish

The following two poems I wrote in my Social Psychology class. I was bored, so the poems kinda suck.

You don't want to talk about it,
You feel fine
There's nothing wrong
Everything is
going
well.
* * *
But when you smile
it doesn't
touch your eyes
* * *
And you
shrink
back

© February 3, 2003, Mike Fish

This one sucks too, but at least it's short. I haven't written a short poem in a while, actually. That used to be all I wrote. Go figure.

You are tired
You never sleep
You just go home at night
And wait by the phone
But it never rings

© February 3, 2003, Mike Fish