Little Pink Roses

May you be something so much more than those before you.

Here's to Moving on

I'm not sad when I say this, because I'm happy now too, but I'm glad you've found someone who can make you outshine the sun the way you made me rival the stars. Congratulations, and if you guys want to go out for lunch sometime, there's a great new restaurant on the corner of 1st and Rose. 

Poetry about a Poet's Poems

Everyone's got this story

in their own voice, but 

few of them can word 

it as beautifully as

 you. 

At the Station's Mercy

As the radio plays and the songs slow as they shift from one to another and you make your crazy little jokes, look at me in your weird ways, dance along with poor tempo, and strange patterns. These are the moments that will live on even when we can't. Although it does make me wonder what your favorite song is today. 

Beautifully Young Instances of Friction

It's not the hotel sheets that make our story so lovely. It's the way everyone else backed off and let us live for ourselves. 

Read the Warning

You know I'm one of those writer types that just never learns to stop, so what's so surprising about the book in your hands saying that I won't write you sonnets daily, (but the stars don't even begun to compare to you.) Saying hello was beautiful like a rose blooming right before the camera clicks and goodbye will be the instigator of the world's second end. Reminding you how every day spent with you is my new favorite day. Whispering the wind's ever popular secrets to you between sheets and sunrise just to see that smile you have just for me. You know I'm one of those writer types, most people would tell you to hold on to me as long as possible. But I'm really not sure I agree. 

Strawberry Summers

One day everything we do will be perfect, maybe like this:

The devil's promise is all
I can remember
about our lovely summer.

So many midnights in
Rome running around
waiting for stars
that would never
show up on time.

All our confused illusions
painting a new scene in
such an ancient place,
as we laughed with such
tenacity in the streets,
only to smile at all the
strange faces frozen in
that hilarious horror.

Or that afternoon
we were sitting outside
sipping coffee a little
too bitter, and that mad
man walked up to you
with his cryptic message;

"Watch out when she
cries, love never
causes tears so
perfect."

When we just looked
at each other in
confused amazement;
what exactly did
he mean anyway?

The memory book is
covered in a velvet
crush plum color that
reminds me of the shirt
you wore on the plane
trip home.

As hot as the sun was
and long as the days were,
I hope you still think
of it as fondly as I do;

Honestly and truly I
am pretty sure we
fell in love that strawberry

summer...

Pink Twinkling Stars

Being young, living how we want, enjoying the moment. I couldn't ask for more, could you?

Cracks and Gold

Darling, someday you're going to understand just how beautiful you've always been to me. "Broken" and all. 

Thank you for finally spreading kindness. 

Out for Lunch

Thank you for taking the time to see me today, we were both going crazy and I think it was really quite nice to laugh with you again. 

So Fucking Fragile

There's so much sorrow in your eyes that all I can think to say is that it's going to be okay. And there's this thing called "slam poetry" - it's made of meter and rhyme but it's almost always better on the spot that way it's pure thought so like I said I don't know what's wrong, but if it helps I'll write you this poem/rap/song.

Because there's a great sorrow in me too - only I can't describe mine, because it's the kind of pain you don't just feel but you carry it deep within your bones and tears escape at the strangest of times cause memories tug on your heart strings. And my god, dear fucking god, it stings.

So when I saw the blue threatening storms behind your eyes I figured you should know you're not alone, and this Agony we're carrying, she's the biggest fucking bitch on the planet - triggering hurricanes and forest fires in your veins at the flip of a single switch; you're not alone.

My god, thank heaven we're not alone. Everyone feels this way at some point.
I'm just so sorry you had to bare such a weight at suck a young age, maybe now you'll create something like I've been trying to do for so long. Oh wait, you're gone.

Go ahead and flood these streets, burn your favorite bridges - I'll help you rise from the ashes 'cause there's no use wasting this godsend of angel feathers and togetherness.

Darling, there are rivers in your eyes and storms daring to pull us apart. Don't you dare let it - we've come far too far as strangers to walk separate roads now. In fact, I believe, we could be excellent friends and even better people soaring up and out of this muck and grime.

So anyway, there's this thing called "slam poetry" and I think that's what this will be 'cause I know prose and I write normal poetry and this sure as hell ain't either one of those. So maybe if you take my hand here and now we can be friends or lovers rhyming through the emotional ladders and scales together - striving for stars the human eye can't even see yet.

Maybe we've got halos and spots waiting for our names so we can change the world or maybe even end this vicious cycle of dying over nothing. God damn it, I let NOTHING kill me yet again.

I hope you at least died over something worth a damn 'cause you let the storms take you before we said farewell or the simple "Godspeed, Darling."

I hope you died over something worth a damn.

Godspeed, Darling. 

Godspeed. 

Could Do Better

"Wishes cast
upon glowing
plastic stars

affixed to the
ceiling by a
naive broken
heart

never come true."

But those on eyelashes

cut loose by effortlessly

flowing tears

and candles lit just

for the hell of it

when the only things worthy

of burning are photographs 

and poorly written letters

almost always do. 

* What is in the quotations was not written by me. 

Home is Happiness

Rockelsue! SMURHA! Coconuts love ants! Bread! Katorange! I'm not taking your picture, smile, click! Skittles at one am! Our pet ninja Sam!

Thank you for always making me laugh so much, I couldn't have asked for better people in my life. 

Through the Grapevine

Someone told me that you left town yesterday saying that you were going to find me and make things right again. I hope that they were wrong.

Because things are right here. Without you. 

The Long Roads Away From Here

Darling, you keep popping in and showing up for a few days at a time, but would it really be so bad if you stayed around sometime?

Remember Summer Every Day

I would love to be the sun
that shines back at you
whenever you're searching for
hope further up than you
know how to reach.