The best poems are
           written before we awake
so why leave the bed

your hair sprawled out
across my bed
as if it swam
upon the surface
of the sea.

you looked up
with coffee-colored irises
and asked me,
"how on earth
do you fly?"

you giggled breathlessly,
as if your mirth
were a brook,
bubbling eternally.

we both looked back
up at the screen.
a tiny figure
in a red cloak
and hijab danced
aimlessly, flitting
across the sand.

a scarf twisted
over her shoulder
in the wind, drifting
with the twisting koi fish,
glowing. her journey
was only beginning.

a hooded figure,
all in white,
came alongside her.
his scarf seemed
to stretch as far
as the eye could see.

he'd been here before.
fallen down an abyss
of his own design.
died and rose again.
he returned
to lead a friend,
hoping she'd find
her own way out alive.

as they soared
wordlessly, they seemed
to skip across the skyline,
their scarves intermingling.
alone, they'd remain
trapped in a daze,
lost in a maze of dunes,
trudging endlessly.
but, together,
struggling—surviving—
they somehow made it out
in one piece.

Hope enticed inquisition I need to
praise kudos to such foundations
kneeling on my head upside down
I wish she never fell down the stairs
could have stayed accord within
such beauty a free spirit she
was my other half. I miss her kteer.
and feel like I want to still the moon
in hopeful delight the biggest bear
hug around her chest. I loved her so
much my sleeve drenched in
emptiness. i swore on the bible more
than once if she ever left I would ****
honestly honorably cross my heart in
shame i haven't been the same man
she deserved not broken Windows
from bruised eyes jammed her head
up against the wall and missed
crashing on glass running through
the house into the bathroom
drowned her hair in the tub dumb
blond ***** mother father spanked
stupid out of my life lonely stranger left
never told me how she felt about her
son before she was gone with the wind

I've fit pieces of the past cracked shattered peacing together
the reckless child blamed himself for the arrest unrested the rest
of his strife debilitated in blessedfull unloved loved bliss forfeited

And in the cool, drifting abyss of all lost things,
I find you.
You who are affected by the world's discontent,
who watched through penetrating, yet clear eyes--
everything fall apart, underneath the disguise of
impeccable clothes
and red (or black) lipstick--
you who watched the light dance in people's eyes
and tried to determine whether
they were illusions or not,
you who remembered
how it felt to be free for the first time,
standing tall in the clear, cold water and basking in your pain, but daring someone to drown you--
while you learned to breathe.
You who felt love
radiating throughout your body and mind,
how when you looked at her, you saw stars with muffled shines
and the ghosts of a different universe--
you reached out and touched her, gave her your words
drifting across the dark, rigid screen
bursting it like a single drop, forming rapid ripples--
and someday, the truth will come out
how when we're all alone, and the world is drawing to a close
underneath all the pretenses
and the hidden solitary pain,
you will draw out that cigarette full of stars, and let the ashes of a lost world's dreams be carried through the wind,
riding on the smoke of despair--
riding on a soul,
never shattered.

Summer claims my soul
I give it to her
like all Summers
come and gone
a part of me lives on
deep in the weave of things
a seeding
The Sun knows my name
what time I get out of bed
watches me all day long
touches my skin
lights up my soul.

Everything comes back to you.
Over and over again.
I have told the truth.
Yet I'm the one punished.
For what you have done.

Wake me up.
I have had this dream before.
Tired eyes.
Wrinkle under eyes.
Tired body.
Stressed mind.
Please take me out of this dream, I can no longer live in this world I have created.
Where you are the Prince and do no wrong.
A glimpse of light crawled through the darkness and I saw the light, you were trying to hide me from.
I'm no longer yours.