With Ink Stained Lips

Darling, I'll keep writing you stories, poems, songs, and letters so long as you'll continue reading them. I'll use cliches and I'll blow you away with my unique images. Every day you'll find something new with awkward rhymes or silk-like flow. You'll see traces of memories and remnants of photographs that never were in every line. If you're lucky I'll wake up in your arms, kiss you with the kind of lips you can taste for years, and then compare your perfection to that of a summer's day. Darling, so long as you continue coming here, I'll continue writing for you. 

Because Things Were Better

A "family" photo just for you.

Too bad he had no idea why. 

I know you wish you could go back in time and laugh about it all over again. You want to see them again before they had seen the monster you can be. To be happy for real, before you learned to mask the truth. To cry without being made fun of, because they were there to pick you up again (you know when they were young and able). But technology isn't that advanced yet, so here are pictures of the good times. Sometimes they are more effective anyway.

More of the "family" thanks for taking it.

If you were in this, it'd be perfect. 

Learn from Them

Pain isn't the reason you've failed to live adventurously.

Courage is. 

A Perfect Circle

I know you're worried and I understand that this may not end as well as I keep saying it will, but you really have to stop for just a moment. Take a deep breath. Find something beautiful beside, around or about you. Don't think. Forget about worry. There is nothing to fear. I know this is big and that it could go very, very wrong if you're not careful. But this worry, isn't good for you or them. 

Like a God

I can't read about other poets and their love,
even the most creative pieces feel cliche'
compared to the words you used to write.
And pieces about broken hearts or depression
are so much more captivating than ever before.

Your ink tainted my ideals while your blood
darkened my perceptions of humanity. Words
lost their true meanings and reading between the
lines was the only thing I enjoyed - our inside jokes
and unkept promises showed up effortlessly.

It's all your fault that I've lost my will to poet,
that I refuse to read things laced in joy and
true museum style beauty, that nothing is
as interesting as it should be. You're like a god -

Good thing my religion doesn't have those.

Grasping at Stardust

I'd love it if you could find it in your heart to have me stay one more day. You don't meet angels in this part of town every day, do you?

The Broken Clock is a Comfort

Every time that song plays I feel your arms around my waist and your breath on my neck. Then without realizing it, I begin to laugh a little to myself. I hope your smile fills the room when you hear it too. 

Breathing Success

Okay, so I'm writing this a little early because I'll be asleep when you leave to start your day. But I need you to know I'm so glad to have known you as you took this step. I am so proud of the person I am meeting and loving more and more with each day. I may not want to be you in a year's time, but I can definitely say that I hope to have the same strength and bravery you have found over these last few months.

You truly are an inspiration to us all.

Enjoy your first day on a new road. 

Fair Trade

I would read to you until my voice gave out. We could sit in the rain soaking in the freezing beauty until our faces turn every shade of blue. You can lay here with me whenever you want until the end of Time. But to be yours, so completely requires one simple thing.

I'd like to be your reason for smiling. 

Comforting Rain Sings

Thunder screams, lightning dances, heartbeats hold us steady. Storms like this are rare here and I am so much more than grateful to spend the time inside with you. 

Waiting at the Shore

For years I’ve been waiting to be found, I’ve needed some sanity back after twenty years of long confession with no one but God and the waves. Sweet delicious sanity twisted between enough grains of sand to count for the entire world’s population a thousand times over - and still I’ll never be myself again.

Seasons Change

Red, orange, yellow angels won't you flutter down romantically enough for one more picture before you cast your beauty away?

Purple, pink, blue shells of eternally vivid flowers won't you smile one more time before you give yourself away to another gust of wind who only wants to watch you writhe away in uncontrollable pain?

Laughter, warmth, time outside won't you stay for one more day before the snow starts to fall and all our fears come back to play?

Mothers, Fathers, Sons, Daughters won't you make a memory now while the time is here still?

Beauty rarely visits and almost never stays. 

Sparks Fly

People will always want to stop you from burning. They will tell you not to burn bridges you don't have to and that the sun is the only star worth a damn. And it's your job to prove them wrong by igniting their hearts and teaching them to kindle their soul. Each and every one of us has exactly one life to live and there's no use squandering it over a little ash in the road. 

Instead of Individual Cards and Stamps

Thank you. For never really caring whether or not I was the best at everything I did, but being there to cheer me on anyway. Every. Single. Time. That is what a true family does. Even if they don't share any blood at all.

Looking Back Now

I hope that someday you find beauty in the moments we did nothing and everything without ever trying. 

At the Top of My Lungs

Thank you. For never really caring whether or not I got the words right and coming here every day anyway. Thank you. For believing in me more than I could ever believe in myself. Thank you. For sharing the road with me. 

Young at Heart

Your innocence is not what has kept you beautiful all these years.
        Your imagination is. 

Paper Hearts and a Box of Letters

Pieces of you surround me and we've never even met. It never ceases to amaze me just how important strangers can be. Effortlessly. 

Rooted So-Called Peace Seekers

Play for yourself. Sing for your own heart. Create for your soul. Stand out in any way you feel fit. Grow constantly. Let nothing stop you. Ever. 

Like Clockwork

I could show you exactly how my mind works. But you would never believe me. 

I'll Remember

I know you remember playing tag over a rose

and "begging for mercy" as I blew your pixilated head off -

you remember the first time we stayed up 

all night just trying to imagine ourselves in the arms

of the other. I know you remember, because I remember.

You remember, I know, all the empty moments

and pen drawings just to feel like I belonged somewhere,

you remember the Italian restaurant and the 

four other people at the table sitting just as awkwardly

as us - if not that then the ice cream afterward

and our first kiss in the hotel. You remember 

waking up and asking yourself if the girl in your arms

was real - I know you do, you became a poet over it! 

Oh, and what about helping us move in, 

you remember that because we slept on the floor

huddled together for warmth inside a blanket fort.

I know you remember the year we've filled with greatness,

but should you forget someday, I hope you know

that I'll forever be grateful for the time we had together

so I'll continue to remember for both of us. 

The Sand Remembers You

You have forgotten the color of their eyes and how their words taste. You have forgotten how the patterns left by their footprints mimic the sun's rays and where you spent the most time together. But the spark of their heart still burns the kindling once offered by your soul. And that is more than enough to keep them with you - no matter how far they truly are. 

Busy Day

"People circle around on their way to wherever they 'have' to be. I get it, it's summer and a weekend, they've got time and more money than usual on their hands, but still you'd think they could afford to stop and live a little too."

"...Maybe they are trying to get to the person they want to spend more time with."

Playing Catch-Up

It's been forever since I've heard from you. I still have your book and I don't think you've heard the latest news. We've gone away but we hate not having you so close. I know things were rough when we last talked, but you have to understand we weren't smooth sailing either and now that things have gotten better I really hope that you're doing well now too. Anyway, I miss you. We all do. Give us a call sometime, okay? 

Oversized T-Shirts and All

You know, humans do funny things to hold on to the people they miss the most. Maybe taking your things was just another way for me to prove that to myself. Maybe I did it for you too - so you'd know that muddy footprints don't wash away as easily as we think. 

For the Love of Love

You won't understand this, but somebody great out there will: I've started running every morning, drinking water, and eating salads. Thank you. 

A Halo of Another Kind

I guess you really are you're own kind of angel, and that being said, we're all so glad we met you. 

The Closet is Out to Kill

Maybe you should listen when the voices in your head agree with actual people. 

Museum of my Mind

You will always be a masterpiece to me, gorgeous in your own way. No one has the right to change that.