Thursday, August 31, 2017

Support Systems

And if you are brave enough to stand beside me there will never come a moment you will stand without me next to you. 

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Leaves and Pressed Petals

And when it's long past due to break from the grey, when you find rain within yourself instead of around you quenching this drought too long I will suggest one thing for you; listen closely, you can find me; I'll be your sunshine, I'll make you laugh from the inside out then when I get you smiling enough to join you, together we'll light up the room and the world - when sorrow wins let me be your purest known bliss. Because an old, tattered or dim appearance has nothing to do with what lies beneath the surface protected, from the skeptical glances from the rest of mankind. 

Monday, August 28, 2017

Something Fun to Celebrate

Hello everyone, I am back full swing and I have some great news to share. I have just (literally in the last hour sort of JUST) finished a recent poetry project. It is a contest manuscript of 35 original pieces. If you would like to have an authentic first copy (there are 15 up for grabs) and to support what might happen to the collection once the contest is over, head on over to Patreon and pledge for just one month - August to September or September to October, and you will receive a personalized and signed copy of this manuscript in the mail!

And if you are already subscribing to Learning to Fly on Patreon you have an even better surprise coming your way in a week or two!

I am so excited to share this adventure and first taste of accomplishment with all of you!
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Postcards From Riverview Park

I will continue to ask you to stand tall in my absence, because if you can then I will be more proud than I've ever been before. You see, Love has a strange plan, but you will always have a home in my heart. 

Sunday, August 27, 2017

To Celebrate This Homecoming

I will always dread the days you have to leave me, but hey, guess what.

When you come back home, the sun shines just a bit brighter and the amounts of laughter we share talking about your trip make up for every moment you were gone.

I'm so glad to have you back!

Saturday, August 26, 2017

Coffee Shop Greetings

Sometimes,  just being open to meeting new people - new friends, is enough to make your day brighter than you ever imagined.

Friday, August 25, 2017

Simple Note of Return

Life does have a nasty habit of getting in the way of our other habits and hobbies, but you should know without a shadow of a doubt, I'll always find my way back here to and for you. 

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Fighting for Breath

Tea just isn't hot enough
or strong enough this week

and the hospital isn't an option
this time around the bend.
So instead I've made friends
with the sheets of my bed
and hot water, lemon,

and a few drops of honey

to get through work
before coming home

to die again.

Well, maybe, death's not
the real answer, it's just
when you're as sickless
as me, and you're coughing
up more mucus than your
tiny, little body should
be able to hold

every single moment

feels like you're

fighting for breath.

Friday, August 11, 2017

The Glare of Moonlight

Just because the waves are coming into shore

does not mean the kelp and seaweed will

lose their grip and come along for the ride.

Much like the ocean, you and I

will ebb and flow with the patterns

of each other, but we do not have to

say goodbye to our roots

just yet. 

Friday, August 4, 2017

Powerful Joy

Let's be something so beautiful and so memorable that we help the world shine, even through these unusually dark summer days. 

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Innocence Offered to the Gods

Trying to be soft,
learning to work.

I'm undoing your
tender heart.

Undressing anything
you might apologize to.

Even bare naked bones
aren't enough for you. 

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Footprints and Farewells

The first time I ever went to a beach
I wrapped the name of another around
my tongue but dared not speak it
as I ventured on with their sister and
my own mother ( her's as well in a way).

Which I suppose made his name taboo
in one way or another, but that is besides
the point now; I am here to tell you

about the first time I ever went to the beach
and how I sat there watching the waves
pull away footprints of people who left
before we arrived and I heard the sun
laugh along with groups of prettier girls than I.

Now that I live close to a beach,
the waves are still taking away the sand
I got in my shoes all four years ago
and along with that sand they tug at
the letters of your name and the colors
of your face. Which is not to say that

you have been replaced by that other name
forked like barbed wire or a burning pitchfork,

simply that times change and somehow
the ocean remains the same despite
swallowing unsaid goodbyes whole.

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

NaPoWriMo #7 2017 Forget About Tomorrow

There are no tears I'm wanting to cry,
but there's still not enough coffee in
the world to drown me deep enough
or keep me awake for everything
I have to do tomorrow.

Saying goodbye even for a few days,
kills me, and even though you've got on
a brave face, like most boys your age,
your eyes show pieces of you falling away.

So for now, let's build one more
pillow fort and play stuffed animal
dodge ball, like when we were young,
I'll even let you scout for materials first.

Then we'll have at it,
little to no rules (except
the obvious, no breaking stuff)
and when it's all over,
the winner (you) gets
any lunch they want.

Mac and cheese?

Or have your tastes changed since
the days of Saturday morning cartoons
climbing trees just for the perfect pictures?

Either way, it doesn't matter,
lunch is on me, so that the coming
goodbye, godspeed, see you soon,
won't be so bad, so it won't

cut so deeply.