I called you friend in the months of summer.
The beauty of June,
collapsed our violent hearts.
Melting under the surplus of life.

Now dear friend,
we stand on opposing ends.
Fangs to fang.
Begrudged the barren frost of winter's aim.
Starved,
our violence is reclaimed.

Enemies circle round.
A knife stowed, will graze and forge.
Flesh bound,
blood spilled.
Man must face his beast,
for winter's thirst claims summer's meats.

Wrong choice
They breathed down my neck
And I felt like I was suffocating
Under the pressure
Of a thousand whispers
Shouted from a distance

"And her smile
was made of flowers that
united the lovers
comforted the dead
and
grew on my heart."

fight for our fearless
fallen face of ferocious
females for future

you will never be forgotten.
ever.
your name twisted into metaphors and colors and distractions will forever
be painted across pages and pages of her favorite brand of notebook,
no matter how many she burns
there will always be one she forgot,
and she will only find it once she had almost forgotten you.
she will find the one Papyrus notebook
and all of your metaphors and colors and disractions will come flooding back,
just like how the ocean in your eyes
flooded her heart all those years ago.

Everyday you took the seeds
Down our garden to feed the birds
Waiting in clusters in the trees
for the beginning of their need
The doves and the pigeons
Sparrows and magpies
Waiting for you the walk
Down our garden side.

To my Roger love his Mary **

Your disappointment in me makes me want to *****
Even Halleys father gave her a flying comet.
I can't play the sports that you did as a kid
But I was never afraid of the ball
I never once hid
Im sorry some chores were left not quite done
But trying to hurt me doesn't mean that you've won
The belt round your waist was something I feared
I remember the blood on my leg that I had once smeared
That wasn't quite common
You're lose of control
I know that deep down you do have a soul
It's ironic that I am the only one
Who knows your soft side
away from the gun
You're still my dad and I don't hold those grudges
I'm not trying to be that person who judges