I am a teddy bear made from loosely sewn together patches of cardigans passed
You are a warrior trapped inside a glass jar full of butterflies they sewed inside of my stomach.
You, warrior, hunt monarch dragons from the backs of black bears draped in the patchworked wings of fallen enemies
You are iridescent in the sun that pierced through the holes in my slipped stitch skin
You have woven a basket from antennae and leaf stems you found on the ground
Lassoed the last of the mourning cloaks and tied them to your basket
And like a butterfly air balloon you rose
Rose
Saw the battle ground below you
Flew towards the light above you
From within your winged chariot you directed your flock out of the mason jar home they sewed you inside of me
Saw all the butterflies you once drove away fluttering aimlessly
And drove them once again towards the space between my seams
They pushed against my fabric
They pushed against my thread
And they burst forth, scattered, iridescent in the sun a kaleidoscope of butterflies in the sun
My skin fell to pieces covered in stuffing on the floor
The jar shatter echoed off the walls
And I was a boy
And you were Malala Yousafzai
And I was in love
And you were warrior
And I dreamed of a life with you
And you dreamed of freedom
And I reached for you
And you kept flying
And I waved goodbye
And you, warrior, did not look back

These stormy days
The blue rain falls fast
Wind cackles wicked
And fading naive smiles never last
The water wildly rages down stream
Washing over my cracked skin
All the feelings; felt at once
Sorrow be my twin

A voice trembles in the distance
In the cave of my broken mind
I cannot understand its words
They are beautiful but I am blind
Take me far away
From this bleak, cloudy place
Take me to the quiet darkness
Let the bitter end see my face...

Back and forth 
Battered ball flys 
Launched from a cheap
Plywood bat 
Expected eyes follow on
Full of hope, crying
For their own

Players tense
As ball sails low
From left to right
To and fro
Loosening only when
It goes fast off the
Other side of the table

This is much more
Than just a game
This is wrong and right
Black and white
This is who to blame
When the real game
Goes to ****.

I feel comfort in the familiarity
Of being lost
Peculiar in its irony
Its definition reversed by my falling in love
With the freedom of not being found
Sometimes it's more peaceful
Living quietly without the sound
Of homesickness in your ear
Eyes wistfully on the clouds
Thoughts pondering in head
Soft promises vowed
To a place not seen again
It feels to me like exciting exploration
Sights locked in mind
All these complex illustrations
Of trees, streams, crumbling walls
That otherwise would of went unseen
All these beautiful kingdoms
Adorned by the falling leaves
Of this year's autumn
How could I not fall for that?

Dirt sided shoes
Patter lonely on the grass blanket
Shaky hands choose
Flowers pink or purple
Eyes stare seemingly dry
Unable to feel repressed pain
Memories cry
Tears wiped with white tissues

"I'll miss you"
Whispered into the wind
"I know that you'll miss me too"
Spoken from a superglued heart
My snowflake fingers melt
Onto the rain soaked forest floor
All the love that was yet to be felt
Falls short to branches of ever twirling trees