Poems by Reid Walley
Most of these poems were written in the early-to-mid 1990s, when I lived in Reno, Nevada.
Warning: some poems are adult-themed and NSFW!
Wind chimes need to be disturbed to be heard. Only through chaos is there music.
Just once, I wish I could kiss you for an hour in the middle of a quiet park; Taste your beautiful lips.
Just once, I wish I could hold you in my arms and draw animals on your back; Paint you with my fingers.
Just once, I wish I could wake up with your head on my shoulder; Wrapped in the morning mist.
It’s too rare an emotion,
too rare a friendship,
too rare an understanding.
Few moments in life are worth crying with,
but you are definitely one of them.
And when the time comes
that I can no longer hold your hand
and tell you I love you,
my heart will cry with pain
and my skin will grow cold,
and I will quietly die.
You are not my happiness, but I have joy from you.
You are not my stability, but I have balance from you.
You are not my confidence, but I have strength from you.
You are not my lover, but I have romance from you.
Check what the muthafuckin’ record just said, man.
Slip to the books chump, betta find another can.
Killin’ muthafuckas just tryin’ a throw a juice, man?
Spreadin’ to the head blast, record for the devils’ can.
Kiss, cut, cry, kill; muthafuckin’ bullet fill.
Dabble death, trigger will, betta shot, betta kill.
Muthafuckin’ asshole, betta chill the fuck show.
Never know the time of day, bullet finds its own way.