Out for Breakfast

You know, some days all you can do is get out of bed and try something new. You may come to disagree, but some of my fondest memories of you are from those days. The ones I know refer to as nothing more than adventures.

And when you become okay with this, getting out of bed becomes much less scary. 

Short of Breath

I always love when days get

so long and tragically dark that

we believe we can see the stars.


It's moments in life like that that we have to thank

for our growth. I find it inspiring that emptiness and fear

are brave enough to offer us a chance to question

and test our faith - I know what you're about to say

and yes, I am writing this at 2 a.m. while doing that exact

thing (questioning. Testing). But what kind of artist would I

  be if I banished my starside rants from these hallowed pages

of clarity and what would I gain from my poetic


therapy sessions if I didn't at least try to make

something more stunning than roses or moons

from my pain? So allow me, if you will, to return

to my point. Because as people - nothing more than

the atoms that form the elements of our societies,


we crave friction and contact, balance and gentleness.

We must be reminded that others out there have felt

what we are feeling when we feel it. We must know

that never in any second of time will we ever be

truly alone. I have noticed something fascinating

in the way humans manage to be stars (fueled

and passionate) and snowflakes (frigid and stoic)

all at once - without ever so much as batting an eyelash


and no matter how horrible we feel or how dark

the sky gets we will Always remain more radiant

than the sun and more complex than any universe.


And it's always thoughts like this

that get me through the days

when I forget how to breathe.
 

Gluing the Model Rocket Together Again

I hope you're showing those demons what hell is like on Earth and for this they spare your soul. May angels rescue you by offering you another life in a new place where we can treat you better. Someday I'll offer you a kindness I didn't know of back then and we'll click all over again.

This time I'll save you. 

Peaceful Reminiscence

Today I spent hours reading over pieces I wrote years ago. End even the ones written in heartache or love made me smile because I can see just how far I've come since then.

The best part is, you have been here with me every step of the way, and I love you so very much for that. 

2:04 am June 10, 2012 (A reflection)

As I lie awake staring at the clock

flashing 2:04 am in fluorescent blue

and a calendar gone untouched since

June 10, 2012, yet months have passed.


I remember...


Rain pounding down on the awful roof,

wind slamming into the already cracked window,

even all the blankets around did  no good.


Your words- that one phone call replays

in my mind, so do my actions with each

of my sobs, our whispers, your laughs.


The weather now the same

the soft Valentine rabbit clutched tight.


One single answer

haunts me more than anything else

Damn, I miss you...

God, I hate myself...


I'm probably not going to sleep

cause I'm mesmerized by the

florescent blue flashes of 2:04 am

and all the whispers of June 10, 2012...


I wanted to say yes...

Morning Stroll

Warm colors light my way

as I walk around town

looking for something

to do with my day.


There's not many people out

cause it is beginning to rain

and this street's dangerous

there's people outside looking in.


I don't know how they

can see us or what they think

they see anyway, but

their eyes keep accosting us.


Some of wonder and delight

others cold and dark as night,

there's chatter coming through

the frame like an open window too.


warm colors light my way

as I scratch my head and

think of something good to say,

who are these people?


Why do some laugh, like they

want to take my place while

others cry as if seeing this way

reminds them of their own pain?

A Drop of Perfection

Life is life and as so
often as is the case gets
in the way of living.

But here in this world
you create there's something
preventing twists and twirls
a reason for hoping - wishing.

It's a place unlike
any other, in between dreams
and reality, a story begging
to be put across silver screens.

Peace is so hard to
come by these days,
until a soul finds you
then pain and sorrow melt away. . .

Time is time and as so
often is the case
passes us by so quickly.

Does any of it ever stop
or does it just keep going,
screaming for a break?
You keep us waiting.

Promising a slow drift,
a ride across simple waves,
this simply elegant place
is somewhere everyone craves.

Candles delicately dance,
chimes sweetly sing
your smile shines so sweet

Je T'aime

This one is for you. 

A Lifetime to Start

Dream Keeper, Dream Keeper,
are there any dreams stashed away
in my file or have they all just been
nightmares and haunted shadows
waiting to feast on me?

I've given up on learning how to
keep breathing under water and
when memories crush the soul

what kind of dreams could
possibly follow? Dream keeper,
Dream Keeper, please just don't
let go of my mind yet.

Give me one more night
to try and dream with a
velvet heart and no choices
or regret, hold on a little longer,
just for me.

Keepers of Symbolism

I am the color sky blue,
I, me, my - we're a
fascination.

Sky blue, simply time,
wind, and sand in your
hair.

Sky blue, the color
life spreads
joyfully. . .

I have many meanings,
but I will always be

sky

blue
    

Adreamer's Lullabye

Go to bed Darling,
you need your rest;
don't worry, I
completely understand.

I just hope that you
are able to have
sweet dreams and
a good night's sleep
despite the sky
above you


f
.a
...l
....l
...i
.n
g


down the way stars
do in the middle of
winter beauties and
summer storms.

Go to bed, darling,
get some sleep,
don't worry, I
completely understand.

Fades so Fast

Heartbeats growing fast

hands intertwine, breaths linger

but it's just a dream.

Fuel and Too Much Ash

You spoke French because you believed in romance and you wrote love letters to strangers so that no one in your shoes ever felt as low as you. And every morning I greeted you, I was really wishing you well, loving you, and reaching out as gently as I knew how.

These should not be signs of dying, but now we understand that's all they ever were. 

Not Just Terraria

It's a Unicorn on a stick, I told you they exist.
Your arguments are now invalid.

You have no idea how much I miss you.
I hope today is wonderful beyond compare. 

Getting the Hang of This

So long as I can find your star in my night sky I do not care what form you take. 

Virtual Reality Confession Session

Whenever people ask me about high school

I refer to you as my therapist

because together we talked poetically 

and endlessly for two full years. 

Neither of us held back our secrets,

but we refused to let the world

listen in on our conversations -

(even the walls were enemies)

afraid they'd call our bluff

or poison our names as the waltzed

across the tongues we'd never actually taste

because dreams of a future together

were sweeter than any moment side by side

could ever possibly be and we knew it;

so we shared life and love, but never

reality. 

When people ask how therapy went

I tell them you saved my life

and killed me all in one swift motion. 

But I am better off because of you. 

Truly. 

Old friends and beautiful strangers

It's been a while since I've sent something heartfelt your way, so I figured today was as good as any to hope you and all your endeavors are going well. Also I wanted to remind you that if they aren't, I'm still an extra ear to listen.

Pennies and 1, 2, 3

All those wishes and dreams resting on the bottom of a fountain, it's really quite beautiful, don't you think?

Oh and I saw you toss your 50 cent piece in, I saw the smile on your face as it hit the water and rippled out. I think tomorrow is going to be a little brighter and whatever was on your mind is on its way.

Just hang in there babe.

Good evening sir

Let the simple moments carry you through your darkest days

Searching for Brooksfield Again

You and I burned out too quickly to have thought much of it, but you creep into more of my days than anyone else.