For All the Stars

This one is for all the stars that

burned too brightly, too fast,
or simply so hot that even
the sun was jealous.

You will be remembered,
even if you had no names,
and you will be forgotten
as though you were never

anything more than a simple
gust of wind on a spring morning.

But please do not fret Darlings,
your ghosts will be used to
fuel more fires and stories than
you can possibly imagine.

This one is for a star named Jarred.

Who has been missing for two years
and while everyone else has moved on,
burried your lifeless body, and ignored
the rumors from the city
about your disappearance,

I've moved to Los Angeles
and someday someone is
going to make a movie about you -

telling only the truth.

This one is for all the stars that
burned too bright, too fast, and
may have even made the sun jealous. . .



* What a note to end suicide awareness month on?

The Beauty of Kindess Rivals all

She weeps daisies while her tears
wash out the names of battles
that steal away the loved ones
ever so effortlessly,

she carries guns loaded with Peace
and sunlight while her hope brings
rationality and compassion to this
war-torn heart of a battlefield,

she holds on tightly to her heart
and wraps her soul in fresh bandages
each morning without fail.

And soon she will single-handedly
win this war. 

Greatest Days of All

Let's go and explore the world around us. We can call it adventure and storytelling all at once, let's go have the greatest night of our lives so far. And next week, we can try to top this one!

Stanzas Heal More Than Bandages

I need a friend. Right now.

Not one with flesh and bone, but one with a poetic tongue drenched in honey and midnight.

Please find these words and write to me. Not about what might be wrong, but about beauty and joy.

I need a friend. Right now. One who can remind me how artists see this world. 

The Circus Travels Through Hell

A myriad of pages remain safe homes for your sacrilege.

Ink weeps for its own misuse - for baring your name.

Past conversations linger upon shattered airwaves.

And we walk along a frayed tightrope, yet again.

Darling, you were right about an angel kissin' on a sinner -

only our roles were reversed, like always. 

Roses and Shadows Bloom Together

I have gardens thriving in my veins
fertilized by the ashes of too many
unspoken goodbyes and watered by tears.

The ghosts of the people I never got
enough time to love, rent out space
in my heart and tend to the thorns
so my wrists stay sewn shut this time around.

I am made of olive branches and
goddamn heavenly roses tended by angels

and from now on Sorrow

has no power over me.

Purple Fades so Fast

It's been a while since I've worn the ring you gave me, but I have it on today and the sky tastes just a little sweeter than it has in a while.

I wonder if your days have gotten any better since my ghost stopped by to say hello over a cup of coffee. 

Cataclysm Unlimited

If the world is going to keep ending at the drop of a hat I hope you understand we will survive for eons compared to the dinsasors and aliens.

The Fridge Speaks only in Heartbeats

If our love letters were reduced to stick notes, those few sentences will be more powerful and shocking and beautiful than anything novelists have ever penned. 

Too Shattered

Darling, you haven’t been okay a day in your life. There’s no use lying to yourself when somehow - miraculously - you’ve come this far.