An adventure book
That is all it was
Wars, dragons, queens, kings, chivalry...
Just faces, just dreams.

Eyes gazing down
Hiding in a castle from the evil
A lord, a knight, crying for battle

Swarming in the mind
The want to take hold, bring back
Nothing shall be the same
Grasping strings, never getting
An innocent's heart.

Creatures just appear, dark and light
Laughing from the run
A mermaid, a witch, brewing an icky stew

Life would be easier,
Problems just solved,
Happiness a blink a way.
No more sadness,
Just the adventure book.

If you ever feel
You are not loved
I tell you, it's not true.
I'm here for you, I love you so,
I promise you,
I do.

I love you though we'll never meet,
I'll never see your face.
I'm telling you,
I love you, though
I do not know your name.

I love you every morning
And I love you every night.
I swear, I'll love you
always.
And everything will be alright.

My story ends of sparkle,
Hands, winding me in fable
The dark lines of her lashing eyes
Are burning rings, shear ice,
Covering the lost ponds of spring,
To see her in the ripening fields
Is to know the myriad colours
Of flowers, wild with loneliness,
She is always numbering the days,
Always on parade, hair, with out end,
Tresses trailing the wind.

I am a single point
I am a hole between
the threads of a quilt
these strings amongst me
are my thoughts intertwined
with the words of others wound
around countless other spaces,
little voids filled with warmth of
fuzzy yarn spun from the
tongues of old
days past
Oh, how this fabric
so filled with holes
keeps me from trembling

I hope you still
smell like rosemary and take your coffee black
I hope you still
say my name in a singsong voice and remember the curve of my neck
I hope you still
dance like no one's watching and listen to the birds talk
I hope you still
have a fiery temper and read under the big oak tree
I hope you still
love yourself and everything on this earth

I see her tears
She lost her mom
Maybe one day
She'll be back
But for now
She's gone
With her mom

Death, I blame you
For this
And more heartache
Oh, I haven't forgotten
You took something
That belonged to me
When I was young, innocent and naïve

You've been bullying
people for too long
And now that I've grown
Meet your death sentences
My shape shifting pen:
Riptide!

Disgusted with the way
You pulled my hair out of my face
I looked up to you
But right now
I am looking down at you.

I am seven years old
And my big Levittown style home
Surrounded by a white picket fence
In all it's ironic glory
Consumes me alive.

You always told me
This is what big kids do.
But I am not a big kid yet.

You always told me
This is just a game
But it isn't fun anymore.

You always told me
This is normal
But this is the farthest thing from it.

Now "home" and "family"
Mean nothing to me.

Concealing, masking.
Holding together one being
Stretching, tightening.
A suit never to take off
Smooth, soft.
Protecting the vulnerability
Color, texture.
Pouring out blood and oil
Wrinkling, pruning.
Always layering more
Strong, weak.