Lonely Can be Productive

In your absence, I learned how to determine wants versus needs and how to prioritize my life and energy accordingly. Without you, all my scars healed and bad habits faded. While you were away finding yourself my heart and I packed up and made a home somewhere new. 

Under the Pink - Album Poetry

God, if only you knew the trouble of

communicating through

icing colors and cake flavors -


The baker, baker - oh, that

poor, old baker takes care of me

now that you're away. She tries

to help me get through to you

as you go waltzing


with another toy -

what is it this week? (I'm sorry,

that was rude, who is she?)


The waitress from the bar?


It is such a shame

you ran away for another

cornflake girl. Now you'll never


know he beauty of

meeting Mrs. Jesus

on a real playground.

Fission Fades Away Here

The tobacco on your breath

mixes with the passion furiously

flooding the tiny icebox that is my room.


Violet stained lavenders cling to us

desperately as Time melts into

a paused sort of paste.


Both of us have been

parched before, just never

like this. And who would have thought


that a single

drop of love had

the power to quench

such a thirst?

Silken Wings and Halos of Starlight

Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow. Always the most beautiful person I have ever met.
It's time for you to believe me Darling. 

"Unique"

I know you are not going to understand this or at least it is far from likely, but because I am who I am, I am going to say it anyway. To live the life I live is odd - there are drops of glass - like pain molding to drops of fallen rain and the water I drink is poisoned by my thoughts. Take a deep breath, visit me if you dare, Time is on his way to take me away and I’m lying in the snow dying in my own arms again. I told you that the life I live is odd - there are seconds wasting away as they whisper quotes from all my favorite days, singing songs from the parties we threw with shadows dancing in time to songs only imagined and never even played. There are sounds from the backs of throats disguised as words for all the things people say they feel even though it’s clear they don’t. And someday, someday they might, but it’s going to be too late, because the only teacher they’ll ever find to help them understand will already be gone.

Stained Glass Eyes

There are seven billion ways to view the world,

Of all I find yours the most beautiful.


Carnation hues blinding you now

So you don't show your pain,

Why you hide

......there

I will never know.


Seven billion people live and breathe,

But your breath puts on the best show.


Ebony clouds the words

You do not wish to say

That makes sense I

....., suppose;

They don't seem to understand.


So of all seven billion lifestyles out there

Yours is the one I would like to learn.


Dark sandy eyes and lime thoughts

With azure meanings

Make it seem as though

You found a perfect

.......paradise,

I wish I could join you.


Because there are seven billion things wrong with the world,

And I promise you will never be one of them.


Cherry smiles and lightly

 candied hearts fill this

Deep, dark, and dangerous

World, but not our milky

......paradise.

They just don't know it.


One day seven billion people will leave us

Not you and I, for we will live forever.


Golden promises fill your mind

As we face each day,

Just remember someday

We will scream, "oh my god,

.....THIS

Is paradise and it feels

So god damn good!"-------------------------------------------------------


Inspired by  the song by Piece the Veil "stained glass eyes and colorful tears"
    

Stained Glass Skies

I watch the world carry on

in its deja vu sort of bliss


and I wonder

if anyone else knows the pain

of being reminded by the sky

that you ran away -


now you're just out there

somewhere.


Another storyless page to

miss or forget. Time makes

this harder to take and I

have to know if there's

anyone out there


breathing easier

since you went away.

Still Playing for Pennies

And I'll keep singing that song I wrote for you

even though, you're miles and miles away

but it's a twisted dream in this kinda world

where nothin' ever goes your way.


You will not wait for me and I understand that,

really I do, it's just that caged memories

and ghosts 13 cents short of a bus ride home

are more painful to hold than you'd think.


See, a wannabe husband's promise

is almost never enough and he always finds a way

to replace his perfect girl right before the day

she says yes and the fairy tale begins.


So I'll keep singing this song that I wrote for you,

even though, you're miles and miles away,

and it's been almost a year

since I was replaced by her

Especially Caffeinated Mornings

I am running out of ways to say this, but you were in my dreams again.

Wanted Posters Everywhere

In the silence all I hear

is the steady hum of an

unnecessary air conditioner

in the middle of our coldest

winter yet.


And the steady but melodic

click clack of a keyboard

as my laptop gently rises

and falls with the pressure

of each key and the breathing

of me.


I guess that really isn't silence,

after all, but it should be

when you are used to people

fighting in the background

or music blaring with

lost hope.


And I read what so many others

write, commenting to the best

of my ability, only something

keeps getting in

my way.


Why can't I be as great as them

and where did all of my inspiration

run off to this time. Am I all alone

or is it coming back

someday?


So in this stillness that is not

so still and the silence that

is actually quite noisy

for some


I am searching for my muse

wondering where she could

have gone.


If you see her walking down

the street or passing through

your dreams would it be too

much of me to ask you

to send her back

my way?