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. 

Because it's True

Someday my name will be known and it will be too late for you to come back. 

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. 

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.

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.

Unconditionally.

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.
Z.J.T

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. 

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. 

Padmasana

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. . .

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.