Little yellow bird, do you see
How these eyes look at me?
The green ones said I’m worthless.
The blue ones said I’m ****
I guess in their reflection,
I come from selfish cerebration.
So let’s fly, little yellow bird.
To a kingdom far away ~
Maybe there’ll be acceptance there,
And not vehement condemnation.
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 7:01 PM UTC
Genuinely here, one sees this
Beautiful reality everywhere; and then heals
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 11:30 AM UTC
Somewhere there is a garden
Of phantom lilies and lilacs;
Swaying between remembrance
And wistful memory. I visit from
time to time - if only to wonder
If their souls swim free among
Life’s blissful and chilling breeze.
Mar 6, 2020
Mar 6, 2020 at 8:04 PM UTC
Listless little flecks
Lazily wander down to
Rest on the ground -
They blanket an earth
That sleeps for now.
Dreams of fireflies and
Bright, blue open skies
Pass the time until roots
Take soil and come alive.
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 12:54 PM UTC
I watch the clouds slip past
In the reflections they cast;
The scattered about puddles
Stretch for miles and miles.
And aren’t we all? Reflections
Of the experiences we bear;
All scattered about time,
And stretching across years.
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 12:23 PM UTC
Throughout these decrepit buildings
I see so much color.
There is dirt, rusted unwanted things
And yet, isn’t it beautiful? The way
The light hits a mirror just so?
I watch the night sky and am drawn
To the beauty of a sliver of moon;
A lone star dancing just above it.
The black night sky stretches around
Them and yet, and yet..
For this is who I was, who I am, and
Who I will forever be.
Dec 28, 2019
Dec 28, 2019 at 7:14 PM UTC
Make no mistake - she was not
Perfectly kept and tended to by
Loving hands each night and day,
As such a fragile thing aught.
She was wild - she was free;
She lived amongst the broken
Things, took root in a crack of
Pavement and bloomed her
Vibrant petals for all to see.
Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 8:08 PM UTC
If I gather shattered mirrors
Scattered about decrepit buildings,
Can I carve the toxic traits out of me?
How much flesh until I’m thin?
How much tongue until I shut up?
How much ****** heart until I’m loved?
Isn’t it sick?
How every time I see my
Reflection in those shards,
All I see is blood?
Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 11:43 PM UTC
When I am laid to rest,
Burn me like the passion
I held in my chest is now
Nothing but ash and dust;
Scatter me among the wild
Flowers and ocean breeze -
Remember me when petals
Fall and wind rustles
Between the leaves.
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 10:07 PM UTC
Do you ever think of me too?
I wonder; are you a warm,
Nightly summer breeze -
Or chilly and full of colors
Like the autumn leaves?
What are you going through?
Do you tell a tale of tidal
Waves, brave in the face
Of roaring seas - naught
But shipwrecks to chase?
I can’t wait to meet you.
I know not if our love will
Be easy or instant, or if
We’re two broken puzzle
Pieces that’ll somehow fit.
All I know is this -
It’ll have been worth it.
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 2:35 AM UTC