Friday, March 31, 2017
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
Alternative Routes
You asked me to stop writing about you because you aren't coming back, so instead I'll write about things like stars and rain. I'll say all the things you got mad at me for and remind myself just how much hatred I've got bottled up inside buried beneath all of this anger and love. I'll talk about photographs ripped in half (the ones that were only ever taken in dreams). I'll ink these pages with thoughts that can only be conveyed in blood or tears and I'll pull my hair out without fear of looking bad because the only opinion I've ever cared about is gone. I'll copy down all your secrets spilled from the walls and shadows at midnight of a house I don't even live in. I'll smile as I pick up my pen and scan the room for something - anything that doesn't remind me of you. Because you asked that this would be the last time I wrote about you - even if you only ever thought it.
Monday, March 27, 2017
Sunday, March 26, 2017
Saturday, March 25, 2017
Friday, March 24, 2017
Thursday, March 23, 2017
Music Fades in and Out
And as our hearts beat ever so silently perfectly in tune and time, rhythm and rhyme with each other time stood still allowing us every opportunity possible to remember the purity and serenity that surrounded us then. The stars shined brightly as they vowed to protect us no matter what from everything they could for see. And the wind paused us together so that we became not only the best versions of ourselves in existence but also that third person we become so often. And in that stillness you told me so much without a single word.
That is exactly why the world and everyone in it are so jealous of us. We have everything two people could ever want and so much more because we know what it means to be happy and to create our own experiences.
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
Tuesday, March 21, 2017
Dewy Meadow Hymns
Perhaps this is huge
coming from a non-believer,
perhaps God can be found
among dandelions of Spring.
You can be sure to cross
His path once you find
Him in yourself (as peace)
with enough furver and dedication to
listen to the sermons of sparrows
as they build up a life
higher than that of dusty twigs
or even Heaven's Pearly Gates.
Perhaps God can indeed
be found among us here
in Spring buried within
dandelion fields.
Monday, March 20, 2017
Coconut's Slow Dance
Let the music play while we mix together smoothies
with pina colada flavor and extra pineapple on the side.
Keep the melody going while we sway from side to side
just don't look now, the coconut flakes are tangoing
in the harsh arms of the blender's extra sharp blades
while we sing goofy songs off key and continue to sway.
It's Thursday night, let our weekend begin boldly,
just know you're too weak to leave the house
and the medicine they've got you taking makes you
even more loopy than the spring break you had
that coconuts love ants surgery for the two letter cheater
you loved so kindly without care for consequence.
Sunday, March 19, 2017
Saturday, March 18, 2017
Friday, March 17, 2017
The Yearly Arrival of the Green Queen
I would give you my wings and show you the world, if only midnight knew how to fade into morning. I could sing you all your favorite songs and retire "Happy Birthday" if only you'd make up your mind. I should probably just give up the pretty words and hand you a box wrapped in paper and string, but first I need you to know that I hope this is your best day ever.
*Happy Birthday Killian, Gabbi, and Dutch *
Thursday, March 16, 2017
As the River Flows
There cannot always be rainbows in the sky
otherwise they'd lose their beauty - their importance.
And every time it rains flowers are sure to follow
as they poke their pretty little heads up and out
from underneath their cozy blankets of grass covered dirt.
There is something enticing about fire
raging through dry brush in California summertime
that leads to springtime births of hummingbird friends
and birds' nests popping up like polka-dots dancing.
I know it melts the snow as winter begs not to die
and I'm well aware how leaves write the eulogy
so effortlessly as the days slowly countdown
to a new year - but only seasonally.
Sometimes, if we're lucky it can also be
emotionally. Like when moss covers stone
and cypress facing north only - until spring comes.
Sunshine blocked by windy days
and clouds stars die in our hands
as moonlight fades the way you did.
But darling, spring is here - finally
you can shed this skin and bloom again.
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Walking Jigsaw Puzzles
Someday
you will find the pieces of yourself that you dropped as you ventured through innocence.
Eventually
you will realize that someone else found them as they walked along their own path, beautifully.
Then
you will understand that love is the one who puts you back together when you are completed already.
Monday, March 13, 2017
So Many Look Alikes - None Compare
Whenever I miss you more than words can express I remember sitting in English working on "group projects" that either of us could have finished solo without breaking a sweat. I remember trading secret memories and stories over greasy cafeteria food and overly highlighted poems. I remember taking seats in the furthest corner of the biology lab where we made white out paintings and wrote about charms on the bracelet from your dad.
Whenever I miss you more than words can express, I tell myself you left first, but we're doing just fine.
Sunday, March 12, 2017
Friday, March 10, 2017
Thursday, March 9, 2017
Potentially and Momentarily Blinded
I don't know how you haven't noticed it before, but you are built of the strongest bones to ever exist, your blood has the highest boiling temperature known to mankind, and somehow you are still the most fragile structure to walk across the surface of this planet we call home.
Darling, you could be invincible if only you put your mind to it.
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
Monday, March 6, 2017
Thursday, March 2, 2017
Hell Called For You Again
Just so you know, I think of you often. I think of you fondly. I think of you seldomly. I do not miss you, but I love every nook and cranny of your ghost.
Just so you know, you're the kind of phantom that proposes marriage on a whim. The kind of demon that wins hearts effortlessly. The kind of giant that wants to feel small. No - you are not a fairy or an angel.
And I have fallen into the hands of Darkness. Just so you know, this kills me. It rips me open from the center out.
It kicks and screams. It burns like fire lapping at flesh. It's a new beginning that sure as hell feels like the end of all ends.
Just so you know, I abhor you for leaving, but I've never loved you any more than I love you now.
Wednesday, March 1, 2017
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