Speak

Utter the words I wish to hear

Utter any words, I don't care,

about pain they may cause, I don't fear

anything but the decay of a friendship

that had begun to appear

Gender confused, I may not be,

but your attitude is feminine, I think you'd agree.

Side-stepping confrontation, don't be cowardly,

choose your emotion, and inform me quickly,

I hope it't not a bad judgement of personality.

Stop treading, I have not been shattered.

Fragility is not my style, everything considered.

Don't underestimate the destruction rendered

from this ripped relationship recycled

into this awkward silence, speech is requested.

NK

The Friend Zone

You encompass me like an igloo
I try to punch down your walls
but my hands seem to frozen
My body too, is immobile
One large stride could get me far

Draw the line of chalk
5 feet all around
Step inside my guest
but please do leave at a request
so silent that there remain no echo

Pass me around
your affections are unrequited
I wish it was just you,
But, no, there are millions
compared to dwindling few

That curb the chalk line,
stretching a hand across
to play man to man
rather than leaving me
to defend in the friend zone

NK

Bathrobe Boy

You say so many things
half of them remain untold
a fraction ever so true
mostly clouded with a confusion so cruel

You dance with your fists
then dance around the fickle
hoping that their mind will settle
I'm watching from the sidelines
It's cliche i know, but that is all I can do

A tea tree grows from your bathrobe
big-headed it may be, but yours exclusively
They crowd around to see those amazing fingers at work
as they slide up and down the strings and frets.

Complicated, that's what i'd call you
yet you uncoil so well the arms that strangle me,
and others, I don't know, I wish
I could lift and extricate you from the pain

We swam so fast into a vast ocean
I fear that we may hit land so barren and dry
Let's keep the people around us hydrated
Never let the resources dwindle
And I shall never let it settle, Bathrobe Boy

NK

My Crane

Third time lucky, that's what they say
For us I think it was meant in days
Judgement calls were made, yet ceased,
when troubled times were conveyed

You're a crane made of armored steel
With a strength that surpasses all
and an ability to lift me piece by piece
to rebuild what was meant to be

Immaturity is called for, as there lies an understanding
that neither have to dwell on longer than necessary
messages passed never seemed to leave
a torn rift that could not be seamed

I fear your real beauty is never seen
That you are always mistaken for another creed
Let not the anxiety swarm you, as I am here
to inform the ignorant of the inner truth

That each day with you is a sublime melody
a new tone added by the hour.
I want to let this chorus construct
Because if life is a song, you are the music

NK