The Flames Continue Dancing

I always knew that you'd come back with new stories to tell

and someone beautiful to help replace the memories with me.


I just hope you were not planning on keeping the house

where we wrote on the walls and drew on the floors,

I burnt it down with the lighter you left in the left pocket of

the leather jacket I stole when you were still here,

still kissing on me as if I were an angel or something.


I always knew that you'd come back with new stories to tell

and someone beautiful to help replace the memories with me.


I just hope you are as happy as you were before.
    

Flowers for Every Show

Don't worry, when I'm gone, you'll have my support for everything you dream (and do). 

Thatched Sunflower Ceilings

Off in a place

with walls of secret words

carpeted in sheets of moonstone

and a ceiling of thatched sunflowers

resides a girl.


This is not a place

for an ordinary girl,

who parties till midnight

and runs off with boyish men;

no, no, no.

So she is not an ordinary girl,

who acts then speaks.


In fact, for being

a red head she hardly speaks

at all. She has crystal blue eyes,

and the body of a ballerina;

though she has never been athletic.


And in this place

she hides.


Away from the chaos

of family or friends,

away from the pain

of broken hearts and

lost wishes.


Her voice is strong

though her will is weak.

People take her for granted

and leave her on the street.


But this place is hers,

to weep and to think.

Too bad I am her and

it is in my head...
 

For he who drinks "Colors"

Forced to hide behind four walls

made of painted glass,

yet no hope of escape.


Contact with outsiders

has become forbidden;

though I cannot give that up

without first taking my very life away.


I'm only aloud in the sun a few times

each month though never am I to be

left alone, in peace, quiet, or harmony.

Because somewhere along my path

something went horribly wrong.


I swear to you

to everyone everywhere,

I didn't do that!


Though they took everything from me,

everything except food, some clothes and my house,

yet they left me for myself...

Somehow they managed to

drag her far away from me.


Don't know how,

really I don't care;

but I manage to talk to friends still.


It doesn't look like my love

is coming back home to me

anytime soon.


I've been forced to live this way

for far too long now.

Will they try and keep me here

forever more?

The Thousand Pound Feather

My shoulders sometimes

push days hugging my ribs

down into the current


during failed attempts

to support a skeleton

in my evening gown


throughout unwanted

survival. The weight is

killing me, in her place.

What it's like to Kill Time

If someone gets in between you and i


i will kindly ask them to move,

but if they are like the air

and think they can cut us,


I will cut them I will cut

even the thinnest portions of air

and make them bleed blue for


each moment they made me

spend away from you

The Highest Compliment of All

Thank you for becoming the kind of friend you refer to as family. The kind that keeps a few too many pieces of you when they finally part ways. 

Eighth Grade Science Failed You

How was I supposed to know I'd figure it out first? What evidence did we have when we lost you anyway? Now that we've got it all under our belts is there any way to bring you back?

They Say the 90's Were the Best

You loved me like the 90's
all beeper slang and sugar cookies,
music outside the window,
balloons and flowers at the door -
you loved me like the 90's
twenty years too late.

Dances in the gym with pizza
and door prizes, parties at the park
with Memory and WAR,
dates to the opera and movies on Saturday.
Sunshine, you loved me like the 90's
everyone was SO jealous.

You changed my name from Maddy
to Happy and called me
every Friday night, you slipped
notes into my locker and showered me
with CDs from every genre out there -

Oh, you loved me like the 90's
and I've never been happier.

Under the Stairs

I'll hide under the stairs

to the back porch, listening

to the melody of the quiet waterside

asking why can't you see the horror

of waking up with amnesia in the arms

of someone who swears to be your lover -


and you won't ever have to know

how hard it is to find yourself

twice in the same year. You'll never

have to understand the pain

of hating people who love you

unconditionally and have for many years.


Don't worry,

I'll just keep sitting here

under the stairs to the back porch,

listening to nature's orchestra

trying to re-meet the memories

the accident so brutally killed.