Right now she is craving your touch
Craving your smile, craving your eyes

He is desperate to have you
And to love you

And someday you’ll meet
And you will know
That this is what
You have searched
For your whole life

The wilderness pushed against the fence
Wild green against the rusted links of chain
Pushing through
Crawling under
Climbing over
Crumbling down
Toppling apart

I did not realize
How hungry I was
For other people’s words

With all the stars we steal from the night sky
To put into our poems and words
It’s a wonder there’s enough left to light the night

All the times we’ve darkened the sun
With our ink filled clouds of art
It’s a wonder it still shines enough to spark the day

With every time we have hidden the moon
With our black and bleeding hearts
It’s a wonder it still glows throughout the deep gloom

With the amount of the sea we’ve borrowed
To let drip in salty dark tears into paper
It’s a wonder the fish still swim about bellow the blue

All the leaves we’ve taken from scarlet trees
With our desperate need for beauty
It’s a wonder the trees don’t stand **** in autumn wind

With all the sadness we’ve brought out of the world
To make our work worth while
It’s a wonder any still exists to dampen the hearts of the thoughtful

If the sky could talk
What would she say to all us
Walking around below?

For the first time in so long I had a reason to live
Now it’s gone
And I wouldn’t fight death if she came
I don’t care anymore
I’m fine with dying
I want to

My brother
He hides
Can’t handle
People

At my sisters wedding
He did his part
Then slipped away to
Hide in the dark

For holidays
He comes out of his room
He’ll sit,
If only for awhile

But soon
His smile starts to strain
Panic in his eyes
And he hides

I know he thinks
That no one cares
But brother dear
I do, and I understand

I hope and
I pray to God
That you don’t let
The angels
Clip your wings.

Two pale *******
Like perfect white doves
Perched
Beneath her collarbone
And above her heart
On top of her her ribs

Two pale *******
Like perfect white doves
Who’s wings have been
Tacked
To some man’s wall

Two pale *******
Like perfect white doves
Trapped
In a cage
Of corsets and cloth
And bone

Two pale *******
Like perfect white doves
And a matching
White flower
Stained
Red by lust

She looked at him
And he glowed
He put the sun
Back inside her
And he glowed
She knew his name
And all the while
Loved him still
And he glowed
His name she
Whispered soft
His name she still
Dreams
And he glows

Life is never without purpose
For animals the purpose it sustain others
A single, insignificant worm still feeds the robin
If that is my purpose than so be it
If my purpose is solely to evoke emotion in others
Than so be it, that is my purpose
If my purpose is to help one crying girl
Who is hiding and afraid
Then that is my purpose, so be it
If my only purpose was to stop
One boy from hurting
Only for them to hurt me back
Then so be my purpose
I am not ashamed to be worth very little,
For if am I worth little, I have worth