Sunday, October 30, 2016

Blood Just isn't Make Up

This year just won't be the same, no dressing up to wander endless streets together as we pretend to be people we could only ever dream of meeting. No crazy stories of witches on broomsticks flying over the world as they search for the perfect ingredients for the universe's best ever monster stew (they forgot the lovers like me and you.) No children dressed as vampires and ghosts coming to our door for candy and jokes, because you're not here to make them laugh or get me off the couch. There won't be maliciously playful jack-o-lanterns beside castles and mansions as they line the driveway and street. There will be no scary movies til dawn or popcorn just a little too black or apple cider with your secret recipe. I guess there won't be any fading grey black and white photographs of us in cemeteries downtown or haunted houses at the fair. You're not here and because you are the ghost haunting my every thought. And you are gone, have fun wherever you are because this year just won;t be the same. Just know spiders have taken over the bed and bats love the kitchen, mice live behind the television, and candles flicker almost peacefully through the halls.

Cards aren't being played and no music fills the room or gives me any reason to dance. Ghosts quoting all the best things you've ever said. Spiders forming webs over locked boxes of our memories - unforgotten yet ignored for countless months. Daemons begging for pain to feast on, trying to make me miss you more than I already do and convincing me I should want to tear you to shreds for leaving me, again. Witches came through collecting tears of the broken hearted and blood of the dead thing living on the inside of me, for spells and potions more insane than our wildest dreams. Banshees are afraid of me because this hurt makes my screams and useless fits worse than theirs. It's all because of you and this year Halloween will be beyond memorable.

Even without the memories you promised we would have. At least now you understand why I always said Halloween was my favorite holiday; I get to be every monster ever known to any man without anyone realizing that is exactly who I really am.

Things Taken by the Sea

Do not fear the tide for I can only go so far before the shore breaks me. Do not fear me, because even broken I will find you and do not worry I know that you are gone. Don't worry I know you are hurt. And don't worry, I know that I do not know you anymore at all. 

Friday, October 28, 2016

Labyrinth of Dreams

This place was designed for you to lose yourself in thought. It was for you to know nothing else exists short of pure bliss. You are almost as beautiful as this world we've created for you, and when the sun sets with us side by side watching it is even more brilliant. All the constellations look like you and the rain falls so perfectly as you stand with everyone you have ever loved surrounding you.

Thursday, October 27, 2016

Even Without the Wine

In case you haven't noticed, I could become drunk on your words. I have become addicted to your smile. And  I learned just how easy it is for us to get lost in a world of our own even when we are not together. 

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

A Few Days Late

We're all a little late getting around to things sometimes. Especially when we care about whatever it is so much that we stress every aspect of it for perfection.

I hope you understand your birthday was not missed, merely overplanned. 

Monday, October 24, 2016

Absolutely Inevitable

And when the world finally comes crashing down, I hope you remember where to find me.

Only prepare to be met only by my ghost, because I haven't been to any of our other hideouts in years. 

Sunday, October 23, 2016

At Least the Mayans Were Wrong

I still remember the look of pure terror on your face as you typed the poignant words imaginable across a thousand miles of wire.

"If the world were ending tomorrow I'd make a point of coming to rescue you tonight."

But Darling, the end is coming and you're no where to be found. 

Friday, October 21, 2016

These Stars Just Keep Getting Brighter

We all have wishes welling up inside of us, it just takes the right moment for us to believe in them even half as much as we need for them to come true.

Don’t worry, your spark is on its way. 

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Ode to Poetry

Your words are all I've ever had to keep me from crumbling. So this, this, is for you. 

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Thunder Quakes Again

We all come across puddles occasionally. But you have the choice to leap over them - with risk of landing right in the middle or walking through them gracefully and soaking your socks and shoes.

Whatever you choose I hope you know puddles are not obstacles, they are chances to have a little fun despite the rainy day.

Saturday, October 15, 2016

Perfection Through Insanity

Maybe there are some things you just can't change. Things like memories, unsaid words, and inside jokes more awake and alive than we've ever been. Don't worry, some things stay the same throughout time, and our friendship is one of them. 

Friday, October 14, 2016

Winding Down

Sometimes you're just too sick to carry on with life, and that's okay. As long as you can tell the difference between feeling better and the death of energy. 

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Objects are Not Ghosts

The violet pigment has worn away
and scratches are adding up,
but I know what it says
by heart and soul.

The ring isn't something I wear
every day, but when I do
good luck and abundance
surround me completely.

"Oh, Blue eyes," today I acted
and my life changed forever.
"Yes, Coffee eyes," I hear that -
I wish you well.

The news reminds me that soon
my ring will mean nothing,
but her's is about to be
everything and then some. 

Monday, October 10, 2016

Sunday, October 9, 2016

Petals Sprinkled in Stardust

Life and death go so beautifully together.

I will always love morning dew on fresh buds atop a freshly dusted landscape.

Thank you for introducing me to Beauty. 

Saturday, October 8, 2016

Tangible Dreams

Wishes never hurt anyone. I mean sure, they won't always come true, but they don't kill or create terror out on the streets. Wishes are just hope and a little imagination wrapped into a single sentence.
You're never too young to start believing in their power.

Friday, October 7, 2016

Incense Burning

I guess you touched your limit of hearts and souls, I suppose maybe you lived out everything you were meant to, and there's a chance this was perfect timing for something else. Something bigger and greater than just yourself or even any of us you've touched by ending your story here.

But you will not be forgotten, for every time I burn cinnamon and cedar incense I will think of you and know no matter the color of your wings or which of halo or pitchfork you bare, that you are still here with me. Helping us all.


Short Days and Long Nights

We lay there in our kingdom of dreams, talk of conquering neighboring lands and pillaging the fridge is all that is heard from beyond the walls of the castle. World domination is in the air like love in the spring. Dreams are shared like school yard secrets. Don't worry Love, you can join too, that is if you give us a cookie and spend the weekend with us here in our blanket fort.

* Written by a friend.

Thursday, October 6, 2016

Ebony Tears and Stardust Tissues

This pen weeps for you. And even though you read the words on a screen, everything was ink on the page first.

Don't worry, this pen weeps for you, even when you and I will not. 

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Because it Reminds Us of You

Should coffee become your only sense of comfort in a single day then at least make up a reason why. People need fuel for the fires by the water cooler. Daily. 

Sunday, October 2, 2016


I've completely stopped physically writing

letters to you.

- - -

Now they are all penned more eloquently

in my goddamned head.

Only you wouldn't know that,
would you Dear? You just couldn't
find it in yourself to stay.

Or even read the few

that actually made it to you.

- - -

I've stopped writing letters to you

almost completely.

- - -

But I guess this is an exception,

isn't it, Darling?

'Cause it's been drafted in ink
salt-stained and tear shaded -
just like you believed my heart would be
if you stayed around any longer.

- - -

I've stopped writing letters to you

or maybe, I've just destroyed the evidence. . .

Saturday, October 1, 2016

Bountiful Appreciation

When I say that I love me it really means that I love the world around me. It means I love the life I live. I love myself. I love yesterday. I love tomorrow. I love today. I love you. When I say that I love me what I'm really saying is that I love all f this because I know I am a walking manifestation of love.