Glass Jar Daisy Chains

Darling, fairies don't live forever,
and neither do their flowery homes,
but that doesn't mean fairy dust
won't expire or fade.

There's no use trying to capture
or contain beauty
that must pass on
before finding Hope

in the arms of

a rose.

Darling, fairies don't grant wishes
and stars hardly shine,
but you're more powerful than
pollen or carbon will ever be.

Spoon Full of Sugar

Sometimes, you just have to find little ways to make whatever you've got to do a little more fun. There are endless ways to do this, you just have to find what works for you. 

Thank the Pegans

Baby zombie Jesus smiles upon you as you conduct your Easter egg hunts for candy and stray one dollar bills. Hopefully now you realize the real purpose of the day. 

Silly Faces and Chocolate Eggs

Maybe it's time for us to learn a thing or two from the holiday. Not necessarily about zombie Jesus or baby rabbits on the run, but more about time with people you love. Cause we all know you'll never have enough. 

A Breath of Fresh Air

I just hope you know that you were right when you said that everything's about to work out in your favor. We're just so sorry we couldn't have allowed for this sooner. 

White Roses and Black Ribbons

I won't give you flowery language
that expresses everyone feeling
Exactly the way you are now -

about the death of yet another
loved one, about the comfort
of places you swore you would
never again call home or heart.

I understand that this sorrow
is something you need to
get off your chest and out
of your poisoned veins as well.

I won't give you flowery language
about this one, but I do hope
that you feel better soon -

knowing that we are all
so sorry for your loss.

Living Sunshine

You are the reason my first thought this morning was not, "Do I have to get up?" but rather, "How do I make today just as fun as yesterday?"

The Morning After

We all have this light oozing from our souls
and the darkness around us stops frightening
the butterflies and birds dancing around
inside of this flesh-covered bone of mine.

Now listen to me, Darling, there's nothing
wrong with me here, I'm not writing about
the emptiness or sorrow 'cause I need you
to find and send help for what's left of me -

Oh, no, I've learned from mistakes like that,
no, I'm writing this way because I let the
beers and sickly sweet martinis settle in
alongside the words in my veins. Which

normally, wouldn't be much of a problem,
except for the fact this time I couldn't find
the stars when it happened, I wasn't able to
behold the wonder and beauty of the sky -

and I think that's what's got me so thrown off
right now, Baby. I'm covered in pinpricks
instead of molds and stencils, so the light
I'm looking for, is coming out all the wrong places.

Nothing's wrong with me, Baby, really it's not,
I'm just starting to find darkness really quite hot. 

Finally a Fruitling

And I'm gone.

That's right I said it

Spring won't kindle

my soul this year.

I refuse to be rocked

to sleep in the gentle sway

of a lavender scented breeze.

That's right, I did it

Seasonal awakenings will not

control the frequency of my tide.

NaPoWriMo #1 2017

Laugh and joke, that's fine
just tell me how easily difficult
it is to jest your way out of this
darkness you so lovingly call "home".

Oh, go on, Baby, say it all -
we wanna know what is
on your mind, but when
someone bursts - run!

There's a lot to this
April Fools'/Birthday party
thing we've got going here,
but you weren't invited

so you might want to
get going and gone
before they start letting
the alcohol set in.