Hot heavy air fills the sky
No breeze to feel
Wind chimes silent in the wind

Windows open searching for something, anything light and breezy
Nighttime starting to come against the grey dark sky

Temperatures will start to drop
Doors open hoping to cool the air

Green and grey against the canvas of nature

Things starting to slow down in preparation for the night to come

Hoping to feel the coolness against the skin as the day ends and night comes

Please be my inner most self.
The heart beating away in a
hollow book exposed by a shelf.

Please let it sing to me if I am down.
Make me feel sunshine in Gods
most righteous frown.
Sensitive thoughts of joy and sadness
will never make me drown.

God made you to never leave
me in the end.
In empty pages I have
found a true friend.

The words I never say have
found a perfect place.
Its like the comfort of
a veil hiding my face.

My father prays for this
unspoken request.
The answers to life have
become my greatest test.
Some thoughts are to be
buried in the deepest chest.

God listens to my mixed
love and hate.
Yet he refuse's to give up
on making them separate.
My tears flowing over years
of blooming to late.
God had a reason for
planning it all before it
became fate.

I need the rain and sunshine
to make my life grow.
Yet the rain must not
wash me into the dark funnel.
The sunshine of Gods
sacrificing love will remain infinite.
Years passing so fast like
leaves off a tree to tear me up
or to make me fly like a kite.

You will get to know the stranger inside.
The one so hurt it decided to hide.
Later I will find out if the pencil
is an enemy or a best friend.

What makes life meaningful?

Understanding another's

pain and suffering–perhaps.

1st gust
drowning puddles with chimes
underneath
the hem of a guava tree
when i am robbed
of choruses
sung by the rain

with the coast
comes warm white sands
but never the taste
of salt on the ground
packed in like
grandma’s sweaters
permeates the smell of
freshly cut skin

i am fond
of bruising peaches;
no longer as
youthful as they
used to be.
expired hearts;
they are only fresh
for a week

how do i keep warm
the memory of you?
do i stash it away
in the arms of a girl
ready to be birthed
into a world
too desolate for its own

i watched the hope
crumble before my eyes
a stale concrete prison
i pushed my way out
just to see you
being burned alive
and i could not
weep, nor
could i cry

left me
to die in a moat;
acrylic coffin
meant to be
a gift for someone
happier than me
and watch my
expiration date
at my end, join me

you watched my
petals wither away
robbing me of
that which
i first loved
because i missed
you

i wish
i could
keep you
warm