Oh had I written out our memories;
but I avoided the ink.
Now my mind has twisted, disfigured your voice;
I cannot tell real from fake.

Kind of like a diary
My little life in rhyme
Mostly ordinary
But Seattle is sublime

All the King's Men
Fondly JMU
Fondly Susan Meek
Hair of black, eyes of blue

               It's true.

He’s my
New purple underwear date
He’s my
I’ll eat whatever he puts on my plate
He’s my
As long as it takes, it’s never too late
He’s my
Wouldn’t it be great?
He’s my
Infinite supply
Of words that rhyme with fate
He’s my
Elevate
The pulse rate
Contemplate
Set me straight
Invisible almost mate

All that hate,
can’t stop me,
from loving you

I hate the sunset tonight, because today it feels like goodbye
I hate the way it rained tonight,
Because it felt like a scream more than a morning sigh
I hate the way the stars shine tonight,
Because I can fade into time so silently
I hate the wind tonight
Because instead of a soft breeze, it's howling
I hate thinking of your eyes,
Because I see the pain I caused inside
I hate it all tonight, because all said before is a lie
I love the sunset, I love the rain
I love your eyes with all it's pain
I love the stars, I love the wind
Beauty always comes with pain within
So I love the sunset tonight
Even if it's goodbye

will the rain ever stop?
Will the clouds ever run?
Will the water run clear this soon?
Questions
that will spiral down this whirlpool
that begins to build
as the rain pours