Wednesday, November 30, 2016

In the Midddle


Your beautiful electronic voice never
ceases to amaze me...

And perhaps this is why I've spent
so many years believing myself
to have fallen in love with you
without ever once
having seen your face,
or felt your touch.

There's something about poetry
that lends your soul to me
for a few moments at a time

well I say moments,
but hours are more accurate.

I read your works a thousand times each
before you strip them of your name
and their linked homes.

But never will it be enough
because your electronic voice

is an aspect of you
that almost replicates the

Cheshire cat.

You're here BUT
you're always missing parts
and you've got this huge grin
that takes up my entire monitor
through only the amount of sheer

joy that flows through even the most
heartrending of your works.

Just so you know,
you don't have to read this
for it to be any more or less true,

but I wish I knew how to say to you
that your works transport me to a world
completely unlike anything else I've ever known -

and I've ventured through many a poet's soul.

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Big Changes Come in January


I know the world is walking on eggshells lately. That none of us know where stable ground is for our next steps, but you're not alone. And at the very least, just that should be enough to remind you that it's okay to keep moving forward despite the uncertainty. 

Sunday, November 27, 2016

Clouded with Dreams on Pause


Look, I know you have a lot on your mind, just promise me, you'll try to be a little more careful. 

Friday, November 25, 2016

Dancing Chalk Drawings


I just want you to know that if creativity is the only thing I've got going for me then I'm prepared to "waste" the initial spark of every idea on you. 

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

The Glorious Fashion Shows Through Goodwill


Until you come to terms with the possibility of looking like a fool you will never know what true happiness can actually be. 

Monday, November 21, 2016

The Crazy Parody of Nonsense Rambles


And i know im not always the best listener, i get sidetracked and confused i lose myself in my own little word. I know im not the girl of your dreams, I don't look good without make up and im too big in some areas and way too tiny in others. I know that my heart is falling apart its tied together with all sorts of useless things and my memory holds on to more of the bad than the good. but I try. I am also a dreamer, so i imagine what life could be. I imagine me and you. I think of all the places we could see and things we could do. I envision you happier than ever before and sometimes I let myself pretend im the reason for that joy. So right now I'm seeing the world so much darker than it really is, but tomorrow, I promise I'll see the blindingly good side instead, so long as you'll give me the night to make the change. Oh and I know my heart is small, but i love you with every ounce of love everyone alive or dead has ever had to give and i love you for so much more than just that.

Saturday, November 19, 2016

As you Turn the Last Page


Before either of us die I will have a library of my very own to house my journals and all your favorites. That way you can finally peruse the inner workings of my mind as you please.

This I promise you. 

Friday, November 18, 2016

Counting Flecks of Stardust


There are so many ways to love a person and an infinite way to show that love to the world. But you should be reminded that there are only a finite number of reasons to love a person. 

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Stained Glass Skies


I watch the world carry on in its deja vu sort of bliss and I wonder if anyone else knows the pain of being reminded by the sky that you ran away - now you're just out there somewhere. Another story-less page to miss or forget. Time makes this harder to take and I have to know if there's anyone out there breathing easier since you went away.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Dropping it Like it's Hot


You know you were the secret to this nation's increase of wealth.

You were the secret weapon for every harsh moment that came our way.

Yes, I have begun to write about you in past tense. You shouldn't think about that too much.

Just let it kick you in the gut so you remember every time you look back that you messed up.

You fucked up, Babe.

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Cinnamon


You full of cinnamon.

Made up of waiting -
something sweet.

You walk into a room -
hear sugar-coated laughter

because you're still crazy
instead of auntie's apple pie.

Something doesn't end here -
the timer goes off. Everything is fine. 

Monday, November 7, 2016

Falling In


There's a hole on the other side, but you can't see it from here. And there's a gap in connection from where you are and here from time to time. But the best part is, the void of stardust where love acts like wine - growing better with time. 

Sunday, November 6, 2016

The Line Keeps Moving


Every single one of us is waiting on a new beginning of a different kind than we've known before. Some of us have just been waiting longer than others.

Don't worry, your's is coming soon. 

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Gaining Ground


Hearing my value and my worth spill from your honeysuckle lips makes me happier than I will ever be able to explain; but I know my value, I love my worth, and my dependence on you will soon come to an end. 

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Arms Filled with Dasies


I know that it's been years since the last time I came to visit you. It's just that as usual, as Life always does, Life got in the way of living. And really, I don't think you can really blame a girl for wasting her time living and breathing in a place for people who died long before her time. I can't take the roses and dew making me high as I cry about all the moments we never had together. And I sure as hell can't stand the rosemary they planted beside your grave. The smell of pain lingers in my hair for days after spending just an hour in your presence. And yes, this place was my favorite for so long and now all I remember is the feeling of the wind beating against the leather drawn around me and the dirt slipping through my fingers or the honey suckle drifting through the easy breeze.


I don't think I will be back again, I can no longer take Death's potent cologne

Arms Filled with Dasies


I know that it's been years since the last time I came to visit you. It's just that as usual, as Life always does, Life got in the way of living. And really, I don't think you can really blame a girl for wasting her time living and breathing in a place for people who died long before her time. I can't take the roses and dew making me high as I cry about all the moments we never had together. And I sure as hell can't stand the rosemary they planted beside your grave. The smell of pain lingers in my hair for days after spending just an hour in your presence. And yes, this place was my favorite for so long and now all I remember is the feeling of the wind beating against the leather drawn around me and the dirt slipping through my fingers or the honey suckle drifting through the easy breeze.


I don't think I will be back again, I can no longer take Death's potent cologne

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Light at the End


There is rain dancing beautifully and wind singing eerily. Yet joy and love manage to cloak is at every turn. Somehow a day supposed to be dark and creepy managed to be something so much more important than that.