Saturday, May 27, 2017

Sunlit Saturdays


Sunlight streams in from the hotel skylight 

and your arms loosen up around me enough 
for me to roll over to face you. Gently you 
pull me closer again, put your lips to mine, 
and whisper, “Good morning Beautiful.” 

My brother groans from the corner and 
pulls the blanket over his head more. 
The others are still asleep in the bed 
to our right and the fog against the window 
sparkles in the final sparks of the steadily 
dimming street lights. I want to pull myself 
even closer, press your chest to mine, 
let my words dance along your neck and 
tell you about the dreams I had in your arms. 

I want to know how wonderfully you slept 
and to let the day pass lazily with us like this. 
I want the stars to come out again and to 
be your teddy bear just a little while longer. 

Sunlight streams in from the hotel skylight 
I’ve never really been a morning person 
until my habit of weekends with you began.

Friday, May 26, 2017

Thursday, May 25, 2017

How to "Grow up"


Darling, you know as well as I do that nostalgia is never going to be a bad thing so long as you use it to fuel new desires and goals.

Anyway, happy birthday!

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Taking on City Life


Maybe I'll just never be up to speed with you the way we once wanted.

But thank you for stopping by, it's nice to hear from you once in a while.

Oh, and by the way - I'm happy for you. Really, I am. 

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

A Smile so Great


Sometimes good deeds are not meant to be thanked outright, but merely eventually from someone else. Not everything has to happen now. Not everything must happen here. 

Monday, May 22, 2017

For Nolan


As you stumble forth growing
up and out of
your roots I hope your branches
flourish.

That you have a leaf
for every occasion
to fall back on as you carry on
down this winding road.

May flowers bloom and bords
call your heart home
as you find yourself among
this forest of life. 

Saturday, May 20, 2017

20 Minute Lines


There's nothing wrong with remembering your childhood, fondly.

No one will fault you for reliving the days where you could play on the streets til dinner, but never after, spontaneously.

Ice cream will never be good for you, but there's still no such thing as too much of it, happily.

Maybe you're no trapeze artist anymore, but you are one hell of a person, truly.

I hope you enjoyed today as much as I did, even though we didn't talk, purely. 

Just Listen



Please understand:

you are the oceans
and the seas -

the tree branches and
their leaves.
You are the sunrise

in the morning and
starlight when I sleep -
you are the colors after

a rainstorm, your
warmth thaws the
winter's freeze.

You are the air
that I breathe -
you are the wind songs

in the breeze.
You are my entire world,
you mean everything to me. 

Friday, May 19, 2017

Clothed in Memories


And someday when you least expect it I will write our story on you in hopes you will tag the sheets with our symbols using my lipstick as your medium of choice. I will sing the first song we danced to in the moonlight as we waltz through the hearts of strangers walking along side each other downtown. You will take the lead for once because I've had it every other time. Someday when you least expect it our story will be written on you and our names will remain somewhere we've been, don't remember, and will never see again. 

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Vigil for the Mistakes of a Mistake


You don't have to be perfect, but if you really want to make things better after this hurricane of you has come in and torn down everything she ever loved, then a great place to start would be taking a few steps in the right direction.

You know, the direction of helping her pick up her own pieces before searching the sidewalk for your own. 

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Monday, May 15, 2017

Thank God for Wonderland


It's official, you've gone mad. Good news is there's a wonderful place waiting for you and the celebration of your arrival.

Congratulations on another fantastic year leading you into the person you've always wanted to be!

Thursday, May 11, 2017

Gotta Get Out


You get up, brush your teeth, go where you need to go, do what you have been told to do, go home, eat, sleep, and do it all over again. You believe that everyone else that can read these words does the same thing. So when you see a teacher going into the lounge for what seems like a cup of coffee and realize that she is staying there for hours and hours at a time. You hear the other faculty members telling each other that she is living out of her car so she sleeps on the couch when she can.

Then you think your friends are just joking with make up and cheap theatrics when they show up with black eyes and scratched arms. Until you pass them in the hallway and see them getting pushed around by the older kids. Suddenly you understand why they won't let you walk with them and why they always look so sad.

Next you go home to find that your parents still aren't talking and there is a new woman in the master bedroom with your dad. She's only half dressed and your mom is in the kitchen crying. But she assures you that it's because of the onions she is chopping to put in pasta sauce. The same excuse as the night before when she ordered pizza because she was too blinded by tears to find the ingredients she wanted. Finally you understand why they were talking in hushed tones late at night and why they were receiving bills from lawyers down town.

Later when you get older you will go to work and do the very best you can. You will do what you are told you need to do and get all the things you need to live in this big confusing world. Peers will envy you and your boss will love you. Some people might begin coming to you for help with their work only until they disappear. You will realize that they just did not do things nearly as well. Then you will see them walking dogs through the park or standing on street corners holding up signs for the big department stores.

Because you always see what you want to see from where you stand and you don't ever dare to ask any questions or check things out from other perspectives. You use your senses as minimally as possible and never try to dig deeper. And everything is never as it seems - everyone has more to their story. It's only so often that someone dares to do what you (and the rest of the world) do.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Few Hours from the Highway


I know, sometimes you just need a way out, a moment to think alone, but thank you for hanging around one more day.

You made countless people smile, simply by being here to smile back at them. 

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Dream Filled Nights


You make the most wonderful teddy bear I've ever had. Please don't let me sleep alone ever again. 

Monday, May 8, 2017

Make Tchaikovsky Proud


It was almost like they were on their own stage, twinkling lights of the most unusually usual kind, a pair of voices that played off of each other in the most awkwardly beautiful of ways, a ballet of their own - one that has yet to be released to the public, able to compete with the Nutcracker and Swan Lake. Together they danced with shadows, pirouetting and twirling in their own way, creating moves that no audience of all ages would be able to handle, and yet, it's so perfect it'd be a shame not to expose to all.  

Sunday, May 7, 2017

Optimistic Phantoms


Often times more beauty can be found in the moments that almost were than the ones that actually occurred. 

Saturday, May 6, 2017

Celebrating my PenPal


Even though we have always been separated by wires and ink weighted pages, you are still one of the most wonderful people I have ever met and I sincerely hope you have a fantastic birthday today!

Friday, May 5, 2017

Finally Figured it Out


I'd like to hear from you again. Not for another chance, but to be the friend I've only recently learned to be. 

Thursday, May 4, 2017

Reverse Psychology


I would tell you that better days are just around the corner, but if I did that you'd lose the energy to make today something wonderful. 

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Sappy Tears Still Call you "Baby"


We never took the photographs you deserved, but I believe my memories of our moments are decades more vivid than ink during our story ever could have been. 

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Baby Doll Spring


NaPoWriMo #13 2017


So many things keep you
from living out your dreams,
and that is just plain, old,
jane sorts of crazy.

You have too many ideas
to be wasting like this
and I hope you are well,
even if the world you live in
is not. Because you cannot

keep wasting this precious
time of yours.