U ever feel the pieces of ur puzzle falling apart as the picture changes?
U ever feel the timelines cross and snap when things come full circle?
Nothing is or ever was coincidence and if something happens in your life u ride the wave and wait for the judges score, and tear wont turn back time or Christmas would still be at my grandparents house and high school wouldn't be an ever swirling blur flushed down the toilet of time to be lost in the sewers of nostalgia.
I don't know why I never end up making people as happy as I wish I could.
I wish the opossum scratching much ceiling would share some wisdom with a young and stupid human who has no idea what to do with the gift of sentience, every intention to make his gift of time worthwhile but he's not sure which direction to start throwing Spears when on every side there is a demon of his doing he must come to terms with
His house of cards came to be built of jokers, and the land he built his fortune on became plagued with mold and greed, his fortune flew away in search of richer soil and warmer sunlight, and birds with softer voices and bees with sweeter honey.
AND once it's spent it will settle gently Into the cradling arms of earth once and for all.
The ocean has always been the only thing I felt really accepted me, nothing to say but hello, and off my back with the ease it got on it. I feel that I need it's breath aND it's touch or else I'm part of myself.
I think If ever I lose hope I'll lose myself in the ocean, aND hopefully with something to look for I'll know which direction to head.

I gave her three roses

Firstly, a true rose
Fresh with its thorns
But I don't want her to think
That like the rose, my love will die and shrink

So I gave her another rose
A plastic rose
One that won't die and is forever
She won't think of it as fake, that's what the first rose was for

My love has no equivalent price
So I gave her the third prize
I learned how to make an origami rose
And made it in front of her, to symbolize my love is full of effort

I gave her three roses
"I love you" was what it says
And she was a rose
Loving her was loving her beauty and the pain of hugging her thorns

Different places, different ages.
Space time dilemmas.
You have a plan;
I have a past.
Where in this
phenomenonal  world
can our paths cross?
No answers,
only hope and questions
and time to think.
  ~mce

for Uli*

I am divorced,
but not stupid.
Time was, I was a
mentally unstable
*******. That is
why my wife divorced me.
She did what was necessary
to protect herself
and our children.
I don't blame her,
I am grateful
for her courage.
I tell people
I will never marry again
because I couldn't
find someone better.
That is true
and from the heart.
You can't be sorry
about 30 great years.
Sadly, not all endings
are fairy tale happy.
I can only sincerely
wish her happiness
and I do.

I pried myself open to allow you a peek inside, and like a child in a museum you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, leaving your mark on every exposed piece of me. I didn’t care that you were leaving your ***** finger prints on my glass frames because at least you cared enough to look at them all. I never stopped to think how harmful this could be. That when the sun had set, and it was closing time, you would soon leave me vacant again though your imprints would remain. You left just enough of yourself behind to make me want you, but not enough to let me keep you.