The Great Ways of Reflections

If you can't find a way to make all those things you just have to do a little bit fun you have a very short life ahead of you. 

The Bubble Keeps Expanding

Thank you for joining in on the fun. It's nice to laugh, joke and dance with you from time to time (especially when it's somewhere other than the kitchen).  Let's go out together more often. 

P.s. come back home safely, soon. 

Connect Four, Babe

Sometimes things need to be larger than life before you can believe in them. And that's okay, just don't take too much time waiting before living. 

Left the Keys on the Counter

Celebrate every goddamn thing. Surviving the line at the DMV on a Monday morning, completing all your laundry before the weekend even begins, and all those times you got yourself out of bed and out the front door. There is no shame in living life as a party so long as you remember to stop when it's no longer fun. 

Brewing up Something New

Try new things. You never know what you'll end up wondering how you lived without.

Just so you know butterbeer is totally hit or miss - even around the holidays. 

Wrap yourself up, would you Dear?

And just in case you have forgotten,

I've never met anyone else that I could love

forever and always. No one else with a

beautiful heart or a seraphium's soul.

There's nobody out there with bones

so lovely or hair so soft as yours.

No pair of eyes so kind or lips so

incredibly sweet -  perfectly poisoned

just for me, And just in case you have forgotten,

I've never met anyone else that

I'd wish to have for Christmas.

Casualties of a Cupcake war

Cupcakes, they themselves may

only be temporary, but

the memories of making them

are not.


From picking out the mix

to stirring it together

all the nuances of bliss

remain long after the spoons

have been licked clean.


You shall forever be

my red velvet reindeer

and I your buttercream star

Little Yellow Flowers

If I add this to my locket as a memory of you and this place what do you think would come of it? And do you think anyone else would be able to understand?

Scars and Birthmarks Alike

Memories come in some of the strangest ways. They just flood in through the rafters, soaring in on waves of light, dancing along the lyrics of well-loved songs. Rendezvous in the beauty of these moments. 

Day One and Counting

All of your traditions have to start somewhere, Love. 

Trying to Refreeze Snowflakes

I never wanted December to be my month of mourning. Your birthday is still a source of contention in my modern relationships and the death of a friendly stranger linger on the tips of tongues that never spoke the third's name. Everything haunts me as snow threatens to fall but refuses to show.

No clock can tick without caressing another glassy tear on the way down my porcelain face. I wish you all well. 

White Elephant Disaster

Boys and girls gather around the classroom in a circle,

it's the Friday before their winter break and all the third-grade teachers

have arranged a game of White Elephant. The gifts are piled in the center

of the children's circle and child number one picks one to open.

Child number two takes one as well. The third steals the first gift and

the game continues until there is only one little boy left without a box or toy

in his hand. So he goes to the center and gently picks up a silver box tied with

a sparkling green bow, maybe it's a new video game,

or a book to read over the break, could it be a toy train for his collection

or do the others not know each other

well enough for something like that?


"Unwrap your presents children!" One of the teachers exclaims as the boy

sits back down. There are dolls and cars and a few books scattered through

the crowd, but the most unique thing of all is in the last little boy's hand.

A pair of Alaskan earmuffs, too big for his fragile head, signed by the 44th President

of the United States - President Obama. Such an odd gift, but maybe,

just maybe, his dad would take them off his hands for a few dollars or so.

Another Numberless Attempt

If you were here I'd ask you for the highlight of your year

and offer you complete control of the radio. I'd have a book

of poems, letters, lyrics, songs, memories, and wishes for you


that took the whole year to write. Your face would be etched

in snow and your name painted on the freeway overpass.

I would scream the words "I love you" from the roof and

sing "Happy Birthday" from the coffee table like I did when

we were kids. If you were here I'd wrap up the world


and leave it on your pillow

because you deserve it.


But you're not here anymore, are you love?

Happy birthday Darling
    

Off to See the World

In my absence I'll offer mustard seed and peace.

Heartbroken Birthday Card

You must have been an illusion because your ghost loves me
more than it ever loved you. And maybe if I label you as
a dream dreampt up by Loneliness, maybe, that will help ease
the pain. Hun, you should have stayed a stranger- an infatuation
 from a distance nothing more than wishful thinking and a face
too pretty for its own good. But if for some reason you were
really here, if any of it actually happened and your birthday
really is on its way, I hope that someone new is able to give you
the world and all that you deserve. I hope you have another great year
ahead with nothing but the best laughter filled moments and
memory filled days of the time you spent with the people
like me. The people who love you with all their heart, who
only ever wanted the very best for you. The ones who are
no longer around to see you smile. You must have been
an illusion because your ghost loves me more than it ever
loved you - and if you're not, if you are real, we both
wish you a very happy birthday.

A Memory Called Love

You have always been good to me.

In second grade you assured me
art is valuable and books are cool,
later in fifth grade you sat front row
at my chior concert cheering loudest
and when you broke my heart
you helped me pick up every piece
(even though it took three years).

You've been so sweet to me.

As long as I can remember
you've been a friend to me,
always looked my way with love
(or at least adoration), and this -

this is my way of being here for you. 

Remember to Celebrate

 "Dear John",

It's funny to think that I write you birthday messages all year long and when it's really here I can't figure out what to say.

It makes me laugh when I recall just how much of my life changed with you (and you'll never even know).

It kills me to know that you haven't been happy in such a long time and I'm not even sure of the cause -

but since this is the tradition we've created, I'll keep reaching out every 4th of July and on your birthday.

Until you ask me to pull my part-time heart out of the splash zone and leave my ten years too used key on the counter.

Love Always,
Happy

Still Leaving the Light On

I never wanted to love you, I mean, I didn't plan on spending so much time with you, but I did and I do. Please find joy and love wherever Death pulled you when he rescued you from Sorrow's icy hands. 

Winter Arrives

Snow comes down somewhere

far away from here, rain falls

from these dark clouds and still there is

no sorrow anywhere to be found.

There's a sense of hope soaring

on frigid wind currents and icy veins

of melted snowflakes trickling down

closed windows and blank canvass yards

just waiting for colored lights and snowmen.


I know, I know love, I'm too far away

for your taste and even for mine, but

don't you worry sweetheart, I'm leaving soon.

I'll be there just as soon as winter is.

Sand Continues Slipping Through

Stars will eventually burn out and soar through these skies. Just like even all the kindling in the world could not keep a fire ablaze longer than a human life. And no storm could actually flood this entire planet.

So I understand that your time simply ran out - like everything will. But I can't figure out why we couldn't have met sooner or been closer or had some sort of goodbye.