It's okay to be shy
It's okay to be confident
It's okay to be weak
It's okay to strong
It's okay to be who you are
It's okay to be flawed
And separate to society's standards
It's okay to be weird
To go against ritual
It's okay to have multiple definitions of yourself
And be the person you envision yourself to be

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Dark clouds gather
above empty fields
where barren landscapes
feel the coming chill
of lonely times
lurking just over the ridge

Shadows of future dreams
crawl slowly in another direction
Desolate figures
on hands and knees
hide from wanting eyes
and grasping fingers

Sunny afternoons are shoved
into back pockets
with the love poems
written for her
that will never see
the light of day

And as they shovel the dirt
upon this weathered face
teardrops create mud
as the realization comes,
that the darkness
is what was meant to be

~

Where is that forest
where we chased fireflies,
breaking branches
so we could find our way out,
dipping our feet in the stream
as tadpoles ran for cover
neath lily pads
blooming in yellow…

we held hands
and it brought tingling
shivers to my skin
as sunlight shining
through the thick
green canopy
glistened on your
white sundress
and your smile…

laughter and
shadows on
fallen pine needles
followed us as we ran,
looking for fairies
ducking for cover
behind that old oak tree
where you kissed me
for the very first time…

the sun set
and you were scared
of the dark and
I put my arm around you
keeping you warm,
promising every thing
would be okay,
telling you I would
never let anything
happen to you,
and it didn’t

Where is that forest,
hopefully forever
in your heart,
*as it is mine

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War paint
in small grey circles
corrects faults
in the image
our brains find
when we look
for something else
still only
finding ourselves
staring back
asking the
same question…

who am I

~
It is pouring here, very hard,
the clouds are unloading
and the streets are flooding,

and I can tell,
by the constant rumble of thunder
that the rain is ******
because it knows it is no match
for these teardrops
falling from my eyes

What a strange feeling
to win and lose…
at the same time

~
I am left with nothing
but a tiny heart
to hold in my mind
Taking small bites
to sustain life
But it won’t last forever
and neither will I

Collections amounted to
merely words
lost in the ether,
shrouded by shadows
What was once full
is now empty,
meanings forgotten

Yes it was difficult,
your feelings surged
peaked, erupted
and then fizzled
in an exhausted flame
And no matter how hard I blew,
the embers still faded

My expectations were too much,
happiness ran elusive
Now memories weep
as tomorrows become
an unwelcome date
and yesterdays
a hollow rain  

It’s funny when you find it,
it touches you, it feels so good,
like nothing you have
ever felt before
And then you lose it, it hurts so bad,
like nothing you have
ever felt before

When all you end up with  
is a tiny heart, one last smile,
one final moment of joy
Till it stops beating
and the nothing you are left with
becomes the nothing that you are,
the nothing you always will be

~

If I could I would hold you
If I could, I would
If I could I would show you
If I could, I would

If I could I would touch you
If I could, I would
If I could I would kiss you
If I could, I would

If I could I would please you
If I could, I would
If I could I would free you
If I could, I would

But all I can do is love you
In every way that I can
Oh how I wish you knew
If I could…I would