Meet me by the river
where the sweet grass grows

Meet me in the evening shade
where our bodies will lay

Meet me with smile and kiss
something gentle on your blood lips

roaming through the house
here pacing these empty rooms
restless in moonlight

jumping jacks
slimy smiles
fantastic froggy

my skin is a mask
restricting and choking me
as I try to move

Like a young boy in love
I wrote a song for you
something sweet and strong
to play on my guitar
but when I finally finish
when chords and melodies
have become what they will
I try to find the lyrics
but that is there now
is an empty space for you
because while you were waiting
I tried to find a way to move you
but you were already moving on
I wrote my heart into this song
but now that you're gone
and my lyrics are left unfinished
I sit down to write them anyway
because you not wanting me
doesn't mean that I wont feel again
so for the next lonely lover
I'll sit down in this moment
finish what was meant to be your song
I'll write these lyrics through my sobs

small crickets and wind
there're sounds in the silence
some noise never ends

Like hermes on a road
dusty sandals and robes
waving hello to travelers
they make their way home

Like athena in the library
nose in a book reading aloud
young children gather round
for knowledge to share

Like poseidon by the seashore
collecting shells and bobs
waving to the waves
as they wash on shores

Like apollo riding the sky
bringing light and joy
smiling like sunshine
and warmth like a hug

Like artemis in the woods
hunting in the forest
with little girls and curls
and flowers in their hair

why worry the world
it is inevitable
we will start again

fidget and shuffle
the weight of it pulls me down
surrounded but alone

like sage or olives
tastes like meadows and fresh dew
like forests and life

Bright colors dance
Pattern of stripes
Swish and flick
Turning about now
When you turn
In motion flowing
Fabric so light
It could fly

life lines window sills
listener of whispered words
light lays on the leaves

Maybe a car will drive by
throwing out some light
onto my face in the dark
catching on my tears there
revealing my vulnerabilities

Maybe a car will drive by
then when I leave the house
they'll think of me tomorrow
as a story on the morning news
or maybe they won't remember

Maybe a car will drive by
as I walk alone in the dark
the driver won't even glance at me
the headlights flickering across
without ever noticing my figure

Maybe a car will drive by
and it will bless me tonight
it will drive along the bridge
I will look at it from the ledge
and it could hit me on accident

Float gently down
Little speck of white
Updrafts push you round
Running through the sky
Roofs covered with you now
Illuminating the world with sparkles
Each inch of you reflecting sunlight
Soft gentle snow I watch you fall down

“Wow, you’re so polite!”
Thanks, I’m afraid you’ll **** me for any slight.

An idea that everything has an answer
defined by a set of numbers all together
letters and ideas mesh with them
creating all that is and will ever be
a solution to all even if it isn't found
the ability to make new variables
to make sense of all the nonsense
symbols that make up the connection
such comfort in knowing this now
that everything has a defined answer
no guesses and no wish wash maybes
a yes and a no a right and a wrong one
mathematics can solve all of it for us
math is everywhere and that is lovely

twenty-five words
left to tell you
that without you
I feel so broken
you are my glue
that fills the cracks
left from my past

a dusty room
filled with sorrow
old interests now hallow

boxes all piled up
silent as an old tomb
the abandoned backroom

once golden shining rings
you can see the grimy buildup
on the items you tried to cover up

in the corner sits a broken violin
for the music that once flew on wings
that old case is full of wood and strings

the clock is ticking
so ominous and looming
minutes pass so slow

in the waiting room
picking at lips in terror
my heart pattering

scared to make a sound
quite as death and just as still
then the door opens

my heart stuttering
sitting across from you now
my hands are shaking

the brandywine has struck
from the tops of your cheeks
right down to you feet

you heard it from the birds
and heard it from the bees
now you're hearing it from me

the brandywine has struck
you're woozy and acting floozie
but you're never going to stop

not till you drip drip drop
straight from the bottle into your maw
it burns like your cheeks in the candle light

it burns on my skin
cold water from the faucet
rushing down on me

lay me down to sleep
so broken battered and tired
just let me rest please

sometimes it’s hard
hard to breathe
my mind will seethe
with my own disregard

and a lack of empathy
for everyone and even me
because I’m a detainee
of my very own body

She makes me feel giddy
tingles down my spine
like sweet mint on my tongue

She's got eyes like leaves
smooth drops of lily pads
resting in her glistening orbs

she always blushes so softly
it looks like rose petals
melded on to her skin

She's lavender to my soul
calms me down to sleep
in ways only she can do

A rope swings gently in the wind
hanging from an elevated stage
an audience mills below the steps

From a gleaming metal bared window
a young women in plain clothes watches
she sits proper and straight before her fate

They come at dawn clacking with her chains
she holds her head high down the hall
as tears stream down her petite face

The steps are high as they hoist her up
ringing the rope around her fragile neck
the roughness is a promise of darkness

In the crowd she sees her children mourning
Not yet dead she smile at them sadly
and mouths “I’ll always love you”

There is an ominous thump from below
and she struggles in the air hands grasping
too light for the rope to snap her neck

Hours and hours later the crowd gone
she breathes her last breath alone
hanging for something she didn’t do

Papers are due
I haven't even started
my college career is thru

Tests and papers strewn
everywhere this week
and my head is a typhoon

Hey it’s okay
it’s okay to be yourself
it’s okay not to be the best
sometimes we make mistakes
but that doesn’t mean you are one