Sticks and stones
May break these bones,
But the pain will find the past.
This is but a life lived fast,
Nothing’s meant to last.

When the crow flies,
Lost feathers fill a ream.
When the dreamer dies,
So dies their dream.

Watch as we rise
And gain this sky
As the worldly prize.

Beyond these coals
Lies the resolution.
Strengthen your feet
Or grow your wings.
It’s time to fly,
Not to die.

Those times
Where you don’t want it to end
Will always end, for time will flow...

Regretfully so.

if you promise me to stay here
until my tea ends,
I promise you ;
I'll take the last
sip at night.

Silently bearing its teeth,
My emotions pounce onto me.
Nothing’s to happen,
But the morrow is unnerving.
My mind sprouts fantasies
Like the spring grows dandelions.
Soon the flowers change
And I’ll whisp away with the wind.
Soon the bees will come
And sting my body numb.

You can do little to none
For a poet in distress.
Left to their own devices,
They’ll write their way out
Using beautiful words.

If you truly desire to help,
You can keep their inkwell full.