Butterflies and Cheetahs

Would you say yes if I asked you to run away with me?

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.

Fairytale Living

Dance with me, here, tonight. Beneath the faded pink glow of fairies pirouetting across their dusky garden stage, alongside twinkling stars spilling and holding secrets with us the way waves do with the shore, atop a stained carpet littered with good intention. Darling, we can be anyone or anything we can dream, if only you'll dance with me, here, tonight. In this makeshift land of hopeless romantics and half remembered ideas.

Cold Coffee

The silence fades as our laughter bubbles. It fills the whole room beautifully as tears dry and fights come to a stand still. Your eyes shine even in this dim light. Smiles spread, paper devours ink. Time must really fly when you're having fun, I completely forgot about my drink.

Warum Nicht?

I know you're the spilled coffee on my pages. You're the pause after the sigh. You're the ink in this pen.

And I know, without any doubt, that you played a major part in me becoming who I am right now.

But I am going to keep going on. With or without you, because I see no reason to do anything else.

Today I am happy because, well, why not?

Hyperbolic Mirrors and Windows

Do you remember when I told you about being young and spending entire weekends - entire summers - at the science center in my city? I'd spend hours in the planetarium and then I'd run my fingers through the discarded corpses of gravity's fury (dominoes that hadn't been stood up or fallen either).

Well, I don't know why, but today I wondered how much I'd weigh on Jupiter and if Mercury still waves to my "home" town every night through cheap binoculars. But then, after a while I began wondering if I ever really thanked all the friends I made for the private star shows or the impromptu lessons about sun spots and telescopes.

If you and I can keep orbit long enough, I'll take you back there someday and together we'll see if the magic's still there when life has already coxed us into growing up and learning how to forget the importance of science instead of the value of math or English.

When I was young, I spent far too much time in the science center making friends with information and falling in love with the people who took their time to teach me anything I wanted to know about space or gravity or anything else the world had to offer through experimentation and far too much time spent questioning before the day I came along to wonder the same thing.

And I don't believe I ever had the chance to thank everyone who inspired me to take my love of poetry and mix it with all the nuggets of knowledge, beauty, and truth that they armed me with before I knew art and education would become enemies on the same side of a crooked ass war.

But I hope that if we can stay in orbit together long enough, that you and I can go back there, to that science center in a town I hated for far too many reasons and that you and I can share these works mused from all that time I spent in a building that became more home than my own house of twelve years, and together we will make that center so fucking proud that even the walls learn how to cry. 

Writing as We Go

Darling, you only have so much story to tell before your words lose their shape and form.

Please keep some safe for my return.

Let's Master Life

Go on an adventure, get lost in a city you've never fully explored, take friends of go by yourself - it makes no difference. Just go somewhere, and do something to show this world that you truly have lived even if it was just for a few days a month or a handful of moments each year.

There is nothing better than making mistakes and creating beautiful moments now only to have better stories for sharing when you are older. 

My heart Thinks too much

My heart wishes it had hands of its own
to write out the things my brain
overthinks before allowing the ideas
to hit the page.

Which is funny because I remember
at one point I hated computers
because they ate my thoughts
in a way that was so much more cruel
than the alcoholic's behavior of
the page towards the ink
coursing through my veins.

So I suppose I understand how
she feels being there, all trapped
feeling things that cannot be described,
beating to a tune that has not yet
been recorded or played.

My heart has so much to say
and voice to express it.

Maybe, just maybe, if you
hold me close enough,
you'll be able to pick out
the messages through morse code
or patterns in the beating.

Candles Burn for You

With all the stories and dreams you never got the chance to live, I hope you made more memories than any of us can count.

New Bridges to Cross

You never know where Life is going to take you, but I have to say, I’m so glad I went out on a limb and spent that afternoon chatting with you. 

Still Holding On

And now, even after everything, I can close my eyes and see two little girls running in the street singing Taylor Swift songs in the rain and dancing in the parking lot of the office building my mom worked in for so many years so long ago. I can hear us giggling the night away as we wrote about all the people we wanted to be someday and how we were going to change the world, but maybe just the neighborhood if we fell ever so short. Everyone still asks how you are, I smile and say, "I hope she's doing well enough," even though anything is better than what you had when we fell through. Really, I just want you to know that you're the kind of friend that is remembered forever and always, the kind of friend to forgive without forgetting. One of those artist types whose works tattoo your heart even from the miles or years away.

P.s Happy Birthday!

Little Things Add up

I still remember giggling at the back of the biology classroom and the way your silver ballet shoes (the bracelet you wore) sounded whenever they danced along the pages of one of our notebooks. We didn't have the time to do all the things friends should do together, but the memories we do have and the time we did enjoy is more valuable than all the normal things I've shared with others. And even though we haven't seen each other in a few years, you're still one of the most important people I've ever met, so happy birthday Darling. I hope you make the moments of today count in ways the hi-lighted celebrations won't be able to touch. 

Latently Cruising Past it All

I'm glad you've found something worth supporting.

Fighting for Breath

Tea just isn't hot enough
or strong enough this week

and the hospital isn't an option
this time around the bend.
So instead I've made friends
with the sheets of my bed
and hot water, lemon,

and a few drops of honey

to get through work
before coming home

to die again.

Well, maybe, death's not
the real answer, it's just
when you're as sickless
as me, and you're coughing
up more mucus than your
tiny little body should
be able to hold

every single moment

feels like you're

fighting for breath.

Remembering Two Years Ago

Thank you for visiting. I hope you had as great a time as we did. Let's do this again soon, okay? Especially now that we're on solid ground again. 

Planet Poem

What if life as a human really began with each of us
blowing as a gust of wind on Mercury -
before becoming bacteria on Venus,
then humans here on Earth.

Wouldn't that mean that death here's not really
the end of anything at all, it's just the first step
to our journey as Martians atop the red planet.

And even though that's the end of time in another,
very different body, that's not the end yet either.
Cause after that we go on to become storms on Jupiter,
the very ancestors of Hurricanes Katrina and Sandy
or earthquakes in beautiful places. Then we hula hoop
the rings of Saturn as if we are Star ballerinas and actresses.

On Uranus we course through unexplored,
nameless oceans before becoming Neptune's tears
and Pluto's goodbyes. But even that is not where
Time himself fades away because there's still

so many millions of miles
left in space for us
to explore and enjoy.

Say Yes

 

Everyone's looking your way, just waiting to see what you have to say and how you feel about this. I've gathered the attention of strangers and friends alike, the moment is beautiful without even trying. Now, here comes the scary part, here's where the nervousness kicks in, where the shaking starts and my voice begins to get too quiet to be heard; but I have to ask this anyway because I'm just so completely overwhelmed with joy and bliss and magnificence - I was wondering, I'm just curious, but would you like to spend forever with me in some silly, fun kind of way?

For Tara Kay and Amy. 

Friends Across These Wires

I don't want to ever forget how light you make my heart feel.

And I hope to remember how much sweeter my days with you are than the days without you.