Yin and Yang

If you continue to balance me out this perfectly,

I promise this can never go sour.

Ultimate Solar Flare

When all of this started you were the sun -

with little flecks of moon dust

sprinkled in your soul.


Now all that's left

is a handful of carbon.


You burned yourself up

far too fast

for me


to hold.
    

White Crayon Collection

Today


you are one

of the forgotten.


Maybe tomorrow


you will be

the sole founder

of history.
    

I Thought I Could Fly...

I don't know who else to write this to

you seem to understand me

more than others try


so I am going to pour my heart out

to you


now.


I hope that's alright,

but you're the kind of person that will say yes

to anything


so long as someone's emotional well being

will benefit. And I promise

mine will


So dearest diary and closest friend,

I hope all is well in your world

because in mine the skies are grey

the clouds refuse to move away


I miss the sun

I don't remember what a smile is

I feel trapped in my own being


pencils with lead and pools of ink

just don't know how to convey

the things I feel right now


my thoughts eat themselves

before I get the chance to think them

and I am breathing enough to get by

but it's only just enough with no extra space

to breathe.


I don't understand it either,

there's nothing at all wrong

everything around me is fine,


but I need to say something

in hopes you will have the cure

I need more than ever before


being alone is a choice

but

loneliness is a disease


and lately:


I am more alone than ever before. . .


While I don't expect you

as a book with uneven lines

and coffee stains or a person

with a life to live and your own fears to face

to understand this or to help me at all


I don't know who else to write this to

you seem to understand me

more than others try


so I am just here on your door step pouring my heart out

to you.

Bartender's Regulars

Shyly you sip from your watered down whisky as they play heartbreak from the piano and soulbreak from the guitar. And I know you refuse to acknowledge that these feelings you feel are in fact your own and no one else's but sometimes that's all you have keeping the distinction between yourself and everyone else clearly enough that anyone can tell. Even if it is just barely. 

Incomplete Without You Response 1:

Missing You, Always

Wings of Rose Petals

Oh, Love,


I like to think that beauty outshines the madness -

that petals are more brilliant than thorns

could ever be potent.


Maybe that's how you've managed to keep me alive

for so long with nothing more than a glass jar,

a handful of dirt, some water, and a spoonful of lullabies

filled with nothing but the utmost adoration.


Oh, Love,


You truly are made of the sun's brilliance

to find me as radiant as this rose -

glorious, cheerful yellow


like your own rays dancing through the room

landing on every heart with the simplicity of

a butterfly's kiss, and the epitome

of hope needed now more than ever.

Handwritten Notes for You

Which Bottle of Wine Was it?

It was late and I struggle to recall which

number bottle of wine we were on, but

I said something and it came out like

"Strawberry, I love you, you can't keep falling"

only it was slurred and 'Strawberry' was all wrong.


After a minute you looked at me with halos

in your eyes and a pitchfork between your teeth

"I'll hold on, for you Poetry, because you gave me

hope when I had nothing but despair to offer up in turn."


And in that moment, I knew, even in my drunken bliss

that this was meant to be, Strawberry loves her Poetry

both for addiction's sake and a heart to call home.

Just as Poetry promised to live up to her name

for Strawberry's sake - as a way of saying that

hope's always here. Because it was late and I


struggle to recall which number bottle of wine

we were on, but something clicked right then

and we weren't meant to think clearly that night.