Tuesday, February 28, 2017

The Shop Owners


And every day I go walking through the town square, y’know that tiny little market place we used to buy coffee in every morning before sitting on the edge of the marble fountain. Only now its a place of remembrance instead of love. Children don’t dance on the cool cobblestone at the sight of autumn’s changing leaves and friends just don’t seem to get along anymore. It’s all rubble and ash from the day the sky fell, and I know you didn’t mean to, but you ruined this beautiful home for all the souls to
come and you trapped so many hopeful ghosts within the falling brick. It’s such a shame you are gone as well, because the story sounds so much better when it can be told right, instead of by the buyers of Time and the sellers of forgotten Faith.

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Happy Little Accidents


Dear you,

Thank you for the roses - they weren't for me, but somehow they ended up at my house in my room. They are beautiful, and even thought they have begun to wilt by now they brought me a sort of joy I have not known in a long while.

Thank you kindly for reminding me that what I do can actually help someone out there - even if we've never met.

Love,
M. Rene'

Saturday, February 25, 2017

Just out of Curiosity


Has your latest dancer gotten better about stepping on your feet or did you let her go already?

Have you found anymore angels with bluebell eyes or am I still your only ocean covered mistake?

Were you able to find a new song for forever or was ours just some generic fit for every offbeat darling?

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Gather Yourself Up, Babe


I long for a kiss of the flames
you left behind -

but

I don't need it.
I am my own

wildfire

roaring blissfully
somewhere only

the Northern lights
can see.

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

New Key Needed


And despite my refusal to remember you there is someone out there who will never forget you. 

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Friday, February 17, 2017

Bookmarks and Devils Lie in Between Dusty Pages


Flipping through books read too long ago
     to even remember the end
I find photographs of me in your arms
     and sheet music to the songs

you sang me to sleep with.

I find a pair of earrings and a condom wrapper
     slipping out of Chasing Brooklyn 
and I see ebony lace ribbons tied to
     our wristbands from the summer concert

where I noticed we were in love.

There always was something
     about us and books-
something in the way we made out
     in the library behind the stacks

and that time when we had midnight meetings
     just so you'd read me poetry
between the dew painted grass
     and stars filled with hope.

Flipping through books read too long ago
     to even remember the end
I find that nothing the ink records means
     a damn to me, now that we've rewritten

each and every page.

And you still have our books, don't you, Bloom?

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Uncle Bart's Poem


With adventures ahead
and lessons lying in wait
may this year bring you
every ounce of joy.

With bravery and curiousity
laced in your every move
may you remember where you
are headed and where you've been.

With every fiber of my being
I wish for only glory
as you steadily march forth
on your journey.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

How to Dry the Tears of a Hopeless Romantic


Just come over and watch a movie. Pull me close. Laugh with me at thunder. Kiss me in the rain. Dance with me in the street. Smile with me over nothing. Just let me believe it's one of those rare days in your life that you will never forget. Because I always feel my best when I'm with you.

Monday, February 13, 2017

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Oceans of Blue, Skies of Grey


I'd hate to see you cry. Darling, you don't belong here.

I love your smile way too much. Please stay.

Friday, February 10, 2017

The Never Bloom Roses



You and I - 
we're the 

not quite
kind of love

like stars -
just hot air

or diamonds
coming from coal.

You and I -
we're something

as old as 
Earth herself,

but indescribeable
like love's many shades. 

You and I - 
we're just us,

nothing special waits
here, Love.

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Young Brilliance in Waiting


You dream full of wisdom
wasted on more yesterdays
than tomorrows while
your eyes well with soulful
tears and your heart
bursts with wishes just

a little too bit different
to come true with ease. 

Monday, February 6, 2017

Finally Found Some Wings


It feels like just yesterday we were awkward little dancers trying everything just to get through the day. . .

Finally, we've gotten somewhere better than we hoped. 

Saturday, February 4, 2017

Necessary Aquarium Visits


So many things come your way when you least expect them to. This being said you should spend more of your free time with others and seals. That way you learn how they got so good at letting things roll right off their back, 

Friday, February 3, 2017

A Poem for my Grandmother



Maybe Life's too great
a story for the pen
and maybe we all just have
one too few words in our heads. . .

But either way this is
your journey and your book
to write however you need -
so please let the next page
be more than commentary.

Let it be adventure and fun
inky hands and glitter hair
filled with laughter, joy,
sorrow and strength. 

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Before The Protest


Stop inticing stirrings,
creating these little rebellions
that we just can't control,

stop creating these little
rebellions between skin and midnight
because neither of us are

ready for change.

Efficiently Blooming


This beautiful madness, this stunning chaos - it's all you've ever feared but it teaches you a vital sort of strength you'd live without completely, otherwise.