Angels Hung from Soundwaves

Today I made you cry. I restored your faith in my generation - in our country. I reminded you that this world can be beautiful - even when it's black and white.

For the Choir on Stage

As I sit here, writing these fleeting thoughts between these too-tall lines, I remember the little orange book you and I filled with quotes and should be quotes as well. I remember the vibrantly energetic colors dancing across pages in my wobbly infant cursive. In fact, the first time I opened this notebook (the one these words lived in first), I heard your voice asking how I've been and I reached out for your hand holding my favorite pen - knowing full well that you wouldn't be there smiling with your perfectly crooked smile.

This book is an extension of you, and God, I hope Baton Rouge is treating you better than I could. 

Only a Few Growing Pains

Believe me, Love, I know you're dying inside, but the moment the clock strikes midnight on Sunday morning that feeling is going to end and your soul will be finished growing into your body. 

Glue, String, and Everything Between

Every time you introduce me to something new I grow more attached to our relationship.

Now, you are one of my most valuable interactions throughout the week. 

Poor Fathering

You refused to let me crawl so you get no credit for my stride. 

Some Other Type of Danger

I am one of those girls
that can say
she's accepted marriage
proposals from Trouble.

But before you judge me,
I have also
tasted the hot, holy lips
of an angel. 

Hurricane Rene'

I am a storm you just can't control, but I promise not to hurt anyone if you just let me run my own course. 

Haunted Momentarily

Do you remember all the pretty "golors" or how we nicknamed Coke-a-Cola "colors" because we were having three conversations at once? What about the way we held our breath to say good night without letting the other words slip out too? How about our all night conversations about tacos and arm wrestling bears so that they would become our personal pancake flippers? Or the time we walked through our sleepy town at one am in September just to stargaze in my own backyard?

We sure had our share of too young to care fun, I just hope you haven't forgotten so soon - like I almost did. 

It's Time

Look, I love you Mama, but I don't have much growin' up left to do. I know you did your best to give me the strength you never found so I'll do my best to make you proud. But Mama, I don't have much growin' up left to do - it's my turn to live my life now.

Light Fights Back

Darkness spent the night on your doorstep and knocked at daybreak. He told you things you've only heard in nightmares and you took hos hand in that moment. I know how consuming his ebony heart can be, but Darling, I'm reaching in ready to pull you out in a moment's notice. 

Breathe Life Back in

You are old enough to know that peaches get better with summertime loneliness and chocolate becomes an acquired taste after a certain age.

You are not quite old enough to crave this knowledge though.

Response Long Over Due

Stand up Straighter, Shoulders Back

I am worth more than your letters or percentages.

I am above your skeptical glances and judgemental phases.

I am a storm you can't control and it'll be better if I just run my own course.

I am beautiful whether you see it or not.

Bitch, I'm Fabulous! 

A C in Bonehead English

I am worth more than your pathetic letters and small minds could ever understand. 

Volcanic, Volatile, and Completely Vivid

You hurt me; you built up your tricks and poisons for years.

You hurt me and goddamn it I will relish the fury. 

No Net Below

My muse
is new,

but

this ghost
embodies you. . .

Another Boon of the Matter

These pages were not intended for finding strength, but who are you to complain?

Trees and Angels

You will never be beautiful. Only ever gorgeous and beyond.

Thank you for such a glorious evening. 

Volunteering - Good for the Soul

Today you pulled me close and whispered that you had a present for me if I could promise to continue restoring the faith in my generation for yours.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
You're so very welcome. 

Birth of a Silver Angel

You've always been so beautiful in the ways you make yourself so completely different from everyone else, but this is not the same kind of beauty. It's a flower blooming, ready to offer itself to the sun. It's a drop of rain after a dry spell. It's the sweetest sugar ever tasted and it's all for love. Your love. You've always been so beautiful in the way you make yourself so completely different from everyone else, but this, this is even more beautiful than that could ever be. 

Just the Cherry on Top

You wanted something cute and cheesy
and I wondered why you got that
when no one ever cared enough for me.

But you're the music begging my bones

to dance on your count and 

I want to dance with you - truly.

More than a waltz through the kitchen,

dressed up, made up, the whole nine yards -

I want it to be corny and sweet

So will you please

jive to prom

with me?

Looking Back

Do things. Make memories. Discover happiness.

Everyone knows it's the only way.

Passport Romance

And now little bits of each language remind you of people you knew all too well and not long enough.

Go. Travel. Now. 

The First Forest Walk

How was I supposed to know better when you were the first monster I've ever encountered?

If You're the Devil

These pages go so quickly
and our story takes so long to tell,

but I have never known a more
worthy cause than serenading Hell. 

Living Just a Bit More

I have painted caked under my fingernails
and your song is stuck in my head again.

This is something I have come to terms with
like cold coffee at midnight or luke-warm water.

Believe me I am standing alone
with a strength you've never seen

within me, before. 

Amanda

There's just something about little miracles
that pulls me from the midnight waves every time.
Something about the kindness of strangers
and the look of a shining smile upon an unnecessarily
burdened face - usually still so young, too.

No matter how far down the rabbit hole I fall
or what type of sorrow I'm infatuated with
there's just something about little miracles
that calls me back home with a haunted grace
whispering "tomorrow's a new day, Sunshine."

It's not that I need Sunlight to be free and
there's more to me than the void of ebony,
but today you were an angel in disguise.
You and all your new friends stopping for
photographs and hugs, Amanda, you are my hero.

My little miracle long overdue.
A smile for the burdened soul.
A breath of fresh air under cloudy skies.
A force to be reckoned with.

Mardi Gras Ball Masks

Pages so full of life disguise the painful nature of  my story, That way you're less worried.

P.s. I love that smile you have when I tell you I'm okay.