Fairytale Living

Dance with me, here, tonight. Beneath the faded pink glow of fairies pirouetting across their dusky garden stage, alongside twinkling stars spilling and holding secrets with us the way waves do with the shore, atop a stained carpet littered with good intention. Darling, we can be anyone or anything we can dream, if only you'll dance with me, here, tonight. In this makeshift land of hopeless romantics and half remembered ideas.

Cold Coffee

The silence fades as our laughter bubbles. It fills the whole room beautifully as tears dry and fights come to a stand still. Your eyes shine even in this dim light. Smiles spread, paper devours ink. Time must really fly when you're having fun, I completely forgot about my drink.

Warum Nicht?

I know you're the spilled coffee on my pages. You're the pause after the sigh. You're the ink in this pen.

And I know, without any doubt, that you played a major part in me becoming who I am right now.

But I am going to keep going on. With or without you, because I see no reason to do anything else.

Today I am happy because, well, why not?

Hyperbolic Mirrors and Windows

Do you remember when I told you about being young and spending entire weekends - entire summers - at the science center in my city? I'd spend hours in the planetarium and then I'd run my fingers through the discarded corpses of gravity's fury (dominoes that hadn't been stood up or fallen either).

Well, I don't know why, but today I wondered how much I'd weigh on Jupiter and if Mercury still waves to my "home" town every night through cheap binoculars. But then, after a while I began wondering if I ever really thanked all the friends I made for the private star shows or the impromptu lessons about sun spots and telescopes.

If you and I can keep orbit long enough, I'll take you back there someday and together we'll see if the magic's still there when life has already coxed us into growing up and learning how to forget the importance of science instead of the value of math or English.

When I was young, I spent far too much time in the science center making friends with information and falling in love with the people who took their time to teach me anything I wanted to know about space or gravity or anything else the world had to offer through experimentation and far too much time spent questioning before the day I came along to wonder the same thing.

And I don't believe I ever had the chance to thank everyone who inspired me to take my love of poetry and mix it with all the nuggets of knowledge, beauty, and truth that they armed me with before I knew art and education would become enemies on the same side of a crooked ass war.

But I hope that if we can stay in orbit together long enough, that you and I can go back there, to that science center in a town I hated for far too many reasons and that you and I can share these works mused from all that time I spent in a building that became more home than my own house of twelve years, and together we will make that center so fucking proud that even the walls learn how to cry. 

Writing as We Go

Darling, you only have so much story to tell before your words lose their shape and form.

Please keep some safe for my return.

Let's Master Life

Go on an adventure, get lost in a city you've never fully explored, take friends of go by yourself - it makes no difference. Just go somewhere, and do something to show this world that you truly have lived even if it was just for a few days a month or a handful of moments each year.

There is nothing better than making mistakes and creating beautiful moments now only to have better stories for sharing when you are older. 

My heart Thinks too much

My heart wishes it had hands of its own
to write out the things my brain
overthinks before allowing the ideas
to hit the page.

Which is funny because I remember
at one point I hated computers
because they ate my thoughts
in a way that was so much more cruel
than the alcoholic's behavior of
the page towards the ink
coursing through my veins.

So I suppose I understand how
she feels being there, all trapped
feeling things that cannot be described,
beating to a tune that has not yet
been recorded or played.

My heart has so much to say
and voice to express it.

Maybe, just maybe, if you
hold me close enough,
you'll be able to pick out
the messages through morse code
or patterns in the beating.

Candles Burn for You

With all the stories and dreams you never got the chance to live, I hope you made more memories than any of us can count.

New Bridges to Cross

You never know where Life is going to take you, but I have to say, I’m so glad I went out on a limb and spent that afternoon chatting with you. 

Still Holding On

And now, even after everything, I can close my eyes and see two little girls running in the street singing Taylor Swift songs in the rain and dancing in the parking lot of the office building my mom worked in for so many years so long ago. I can hear us giggling the night away as we wrote about all the people we wanted to be someday and how we were going to change the world, but maybe just the neighborhood if we fell ever so short. Everyone still asks how you are, I smile and say, "I hope she's doing well enough," even though anything is better than what you had when we fell through. Really, I just want you to know that you're the kind of friend that is remembered forever and always, the kind of friend to forgive without forgetting. One of those artist types whose works tattoo your heart even from the miles or years away.

P.s Happy Birthday!