If I ever say to you, "Stop saying that" gently with a smile yet a sad expression, I really mean "I believe you, that could happen, but I don't love the thought of you not being in my life, because I love you. I care about you. I'm not prepared to not have you for the rest of my life."

There are an infinite amount of pieces
that create a person,
and an infinite amount of pieces
within those.
A person could spend a lifetime
trying to put all the pieces together.

I placed your brightly shining smile
between your cheeks coloured rose
and your lively forest eyes
above your nose that is so smooth to kiss.
Your thin strands of hair run through
my fingers before falling delicately out of place.
When you really pay attention,
you can learn a lot from her pretty face.

I found Ambition and Simplicity,
a Dreamer and a Planner
and placed her in my arms to hold
my soul relayed to my body, heart and mind
a message anew for this lifetime,

"You can smile brightly with her
Until your cheeks turn rose
And travel to different forests and linger.
You can share delicate kisses and
Hold her as tears run through your fingers.
So place all these pieces of this piece
close to your heart, mind and body.
Because she is a piece
that could make your lifetime
seem Infinite."

They say eyes are windows to the soul
But mine have curtains black as coal

To protect seers from glimpsing behind
To a past of a bothered state of mind

Did I see Jekyll or did I see Hyde?
I can't decide

Dead men tell no tale
They only lay behind you and exhale

A lifetime
In bare feet
on soft nourishing
forest ground
With a warm sweater
of self love and worth

Is what
a year
without you
feels like.

A year that felt like

A lifetime
on tiptoes
over exploding
eggshells
With a hot sweater
of hate for you
And for me

RKT

Drowning her lips in a warm cup of sweet tea
She listens closely to her memory of the wild sea
One day soon, she will return
She will return home
To drown her lips in the salty sea

It’s been over between us for a long time now

these are my ways of moving on

and I will not be sorry for letting go of these nasty emotions

that you placed in my heart and soul

I’m moving on

and I will forget the things that made me bitter

but not those that made me weak

I am a stronger person now

because you had me ready to cut my last ties to this life

but my soul is an old soul and it helped me see through it all

I am not who you remember me

I am not who you will ever meet

I’ve been enlightened from the darkest crevices of Hell

and that kind of strength will shine in my soul for eternity

To let go of toxicities

is to purify the soul


RKT

Late night walking empty streets,
staring at the concrete
A bare ***** human skull
stripped from all its meat,
hanging from the tree branch
like an apple on an apple tree
Should have kept walking,
empty,
staring at the concrete

RKT

He told me,
"when I see your pretty hips
I want to be in between them, looking up at your pretty lips"
              I told him,
"I'd rather **** myself,
So go **** yourself"

RKT

I'll love you like you never knew you could feel loved
I'll make you think you died then went up above

With the sultry gaze i shot your way that went right through your eyes and into your brain
And all the kisses i blew to you pierced your body like a heavy rain
By holding you like you're the one treasure in my world
So tightly that your chest rests still and your smile rests curled

I'll love you like you never knew you could feel loved
I'll wake you with my voice
And you'll hear mourning doves

RKT

You always had a star in me
Yet were wishing on a shooting one
Well bang she banged then shot you down
Then flew away, was on the run
And oh she ran

Til she ran into me and I swore
I wanted to grab a drip pan
And her wasp waist
Pin her wings so she couldn't sting
And bleed her out to save my mind from
These thoughts i faced
Same for the rest of them you wanted to taste.

I don't think you realize what you put me through
Drove a dagger into my heart and twist until i turned a different hue
Then I looked up to see my arms still opened for you.

I was pathetic and weak
Gave you the benefit of the doubt
Waiting for you to stop this ****** streak
I hated who you made me too
So after finding another **** video from your ex
I packed my **** up and I left you.

Just hoping no one evers calls me Perfect again
Just to take what they want from me every now and then
I hope you see the crazy **** I've accomplished since
And know I could never have done it with you

I survived because the flicker inside me burned hotter than your wildfire
Stop trying to get me back
Cause this time You Don't Get To Get Me Back
I'm a ******* Wildflower.

RKT

Your secrets were always safe with me//Wasn't my fault people were smarter than you stupidly thought they'd be//Would it have been better, more clever, if they believed you were a werewolf?//However, you did have the claws that shot out and grabbed me//I'd never lay a hand on you how you would land on me//I could see it when you wore your fangs and raised your fist up to harm me//Werewolf//Instead you got in my face and twist my wrists//So close we could of kissed should of kissed but you were ****** that I wanted to coexist..
Your growling was a turn on but you were ******* me while scowling//Because how dare I please tease and ******* hourly then beg you for one pounding//Yeah, ******* is the best and you were ******* with the best but your kind of ******* was so ******* messed//And you made me feel like a used **** test.//Red wild eyes going to sleep and waking up//Had to have the green since you were just a little wolf pup//They ask you if you want another bowl-full you turn and bark YupYup.
And just so we can recap//You weren't always a monster//You were a gentleman when I first met you//For two months then I saw the real monster in you//You had me in your trap and then I saw that you were turning//You began to snap and then you were cracking and squirming//I found it disturbing//But I held on for months hoping that around you'd be turning.
But you only came back around when you were howling homeless like a stray//You cheated on me with her//Tried to kick me out to keep her//They ALL said that you'd been with HER//But your hustle couldn't make a ***** stay//She learned you always blew your pay//On the drugs and on the Obey//Discovered your secret then didn't give you the time of day//So she scampered off back to her ex//Lone wolf//But I took you back in//You saw I was less than thin//Like Hell you cared, you were wearing monster skin//You're a cold-hearted werewolf//With a sharp ****** grin.
I can name the one time when you came to my rescue//You were ******* with them other sheep and I was under their fescue//I don't know why you bothered to yank me up from the muck when at the end you took my head and smacked it down til it stuck//Got back up and had those sheep cooked for supper//Now they're on my side, in my insides//Now they're gone, I'm gone, and no one's left to hear you mutter//Your secrets were always safe with me//But now you are just a lone wolf.

RKT

Before

I was slowly beginning to trust

Myself

Because I wasn’t going to be unfaithful

To someone who actually cared about me

This time.

After

I saw you return to your old life

Closer friends

People who also loved you

I was slowly beginning to trust

My overwhelming feelings

And prayed that these

Friends

Would allow you to stay faithful to me

This time.

His ears focussed to the child's melodic tune coming from the seat behind him in the truck with the Spice Girls blasting radio. He smiles at her brother joining in, but keeps his eyes on the road. Dad stretches an arm over the front passenger seat's shoulder to where Mum has woken to her songbirds.

I will sometimes forget
The stories you tell me.
The ones about
All your friends
And your grand
Adventures
And mistakes
Because at the time,
I am recording in my mind
How noticeably your freckles
Cover your nose and cheeks
And in what direction
Each wrinkle in the
Corners of your
Eyes
Flies.

blinking constantly, the Morning Light shines behind her
Her glorious Sleepy Smile, My heavy lids like Camera Shutters

clicking for as many Saved Loves as possible
to cherish your softness and this moment Now
to eternalize it Forever
because there won't be many more Mornings quite like this one
i can't remember for the life of me what was groggily said
or if anything was said at all
i think that's because all my focus
left my Ears for my Eyes that were being blinded by
this beautiful and simple moment of Us
the Bright Light
the Warm Covers
the Tired Bodies that didn't want to move away from this Paradise
i hoped the Light of My Eyes were reflecting into Yours
the heart-felt Message that i felt swelling inside my Chest
prepared to Self Destruct

blinking constantly, the Morning Light shines behind her
Her glorious Morning Look, My Mind's Eyes will cherish forever

Another handful stuffing stresses down my core hoping their buried seeds won't grow to cause chaos in my mind's bright and warm sky of daydreams for the dark and cold clouds will destroy the view of a beautiful place.

My hand
in which you
till rows with
your fingers
will produce
the most painfully
exquisite
flowers
by the time
my adoration
for you
reaches the point
where our fingertips
touch.
There will always
be flowers
in my hands
for you,
even if
our fingertips
part.

While sleeping in the water,

Sea otters may hold hands to keep

From drifting apart.

Holding hands,

Minds sail somewhere between consciousness

And to a sea of thoughts and wonders.

We take to rough waters and

Tighten our grips

And then relax them.

My pale body’s dead cold,

But my hand comes to life in yours.

We stroke each other’s fingers with our own,

Each digit of yours is so smooth

Like an otters silky coat.

I study your hands

Every curve

And every bend.

Blinded by wondrous waters,

Touch will find your promised land.

As you studied me I thought,

“Don’t let me go”

Because I was drifting towards love

And I didn't want to go alone.

On August twenty-ninth, two-thousand and seven,
Marks the night my mother will never forget.
The night that had headlights for a moon
And air bag smoke for a cloudy sky.
The night she lost a part
Of her daughter.
For paranoia sets in every night,
I would rather the moon, than those head lights.

Rest In Peace,
To the trusting girl in me
Who got lost in the night’s cloudy sky
On August twenty-ninth, two-thousand and seven.

Seven on my neck, six on my chest, five on my hands, one on a thigh, and one on each knee.

Scar one; Our voices were cut mid-sentence when you swerved onto our side of the road.
Scar two; For the first time, Time was in slow-motion. You made it possible to count the silent seconds.
Scar three; Seven seconds in, my mum cried a religious code, "Oh my God!"
Scar four; You made me believe that's the last thing I'd hear before I'd leave.
Scar five; ... Will we survive?
Scar six; My heart kicks in gear, blood flows to areas that suspect a mother's worst fear.
Scar seven; We're far from Heaven.

Scar eight; August 29, 2007. You made me remember this date.
Scar nine; The words I manage from my ****** throat that night, "Is everyone alright?"
Scar ten; You showed me magic tricks were real. The bowl in my hands vanished with the help of the air bag, sending pieces to the back for another life to steal.
Scar eleven; Can you possibly imagine feeling, but not seeing your cold, stinging, cut throat singing? Singing red, just pouring your heart into it?
Scar twelve; You set two fires to feed. One in my heart and one on my knees.
Scar thirteen; My brother hadn't seen anything but smoke when he woke from his dreams.

Scar fourteen; I know you're a father, have you met mine? No, you were gone before you could tell him his family wasn't fine, and that you may have had a little too much wine.
Scar fifteen; Like a mother duck rushing her ducklings across the road, you put mine in full-mother-mode.
Scar sixteen; When the paramedics came, they mistaken the taco salad for my brain.
Scar seventeen; The way you leaned on our totalled car, smoking a cigarette, not a scratch on you, not a sign of regret.
Scar eighteen; After the hospital, you made it almost impossible for Nan to get me into her car.

Scar nineteen; My friends waited 'till late, crying, thinking I was dead, and my mother and brother, dead. Have you ever had someone mess with your head?

Scar twenty; July 23, 2012. I got my driver licence. And by now, they've probably given your's back to you. This isn't your first time, this isn't my first rhyme.
Scar twenty-one; Driving at night, every night, I still see your headlights right in front of me. My body is still braced so don't you think you left no trace.

Scars. I had more but they've healed. I have 21 scars that you meant because at that number, that's no 'accident'.

Being woken up by the sound of rustling, it's about 10:20 am. I poke my head out from underneath my blankets, "Ey... is it raining out?" The curtain is pulled back and there's a grumpy sigh, "Ugh, yes." I smile and pull the blanket over my shoulders again, "It's another rainy day, great start to the weekend!" She agrees sarcastically. I smile amusedly. I love this weather.

My lips chill from the rim of my traveller's mug that had been bathed in cold rain on my way to creative writing class. As I tip it back, my lips are steamed by the hot, chocolatey liquid contained inside. I fix the hood of my sweater and sit back into my seat. Rainy days, hot chocolate, and sweaters.

Blonde Green
eyes
Narcissistic
insisted I
behind my back
Best friends to
enemies to
Emily
Wolfville
my friend from
childhood
betrayed her
for another
friend
Lies
Talked
strangers
The pain Ignored
my plea to fix us I
Silence She
cries and
doesn't
understand
saw you and you
saw right through me
      “Hello”
why I won’t take her
back this
time.

Things that blow,
The wind following your body’s beautiful curves, yet you hate anyone associating the word ‘beautiful’ to any part of you.
Your voice isn’t naturally low or manly like Joe’s. You wanna be like him, but Joe-Shmo that’s not what you deserve. You deserve you.
You stare at yourself in the mirror, thinking that the image should be clearer, thinking that instead of nearer, how you feel and how you look couldn’t be further apart. And it breaks my heart, you didn’t get what you need, and you’re falling apart, wanna depart, want a restart switch… And the best suggested alternative is a cut and stitch.

Stop telling yourself how much you hate yourself and stop saying it's your fault, stop having bad thoughts and try to see some good, there are still things to live for, stop hurting yourself stop scaring me with your goodbyes stop running with scissors stop playing in the traffic stop saying you'll finally do it  
... Live.

I don’t understand all that you go through and I know you don’t expected me to. But I do know pain, and I’ve dealt with confusion. I understand that this life you live seems like an illusion. This body you deplore because it’s not really your’s. When trying to be yourself starts feeling like a chore. When it’s just easier to tell yourself you’re done for.
But I’ll tell you, if I was in a candy store, and you were a candy with a hard outside-gooey core, even if your exterior didn’t completely match your true interior, I’d still pick you. Because you’re sweet.
It wouldn’t matter how messy you might be or how awful you think you must taste,
as long as your fingers were interlaced with mine, you’d be my cup of tea.
As I hold my tea cup’s waist and look at its reflection, I can see warmth and affection. Rejection and self-protection. I can handle a little messy and Darling I will let you know exactly how you ******* sweet imperfection.

And when you stare at yourself in the mirror, this time, I’ll be there, blowing the wind across your body’s natural, handsome curves.

It's your birthday
so let's get those candles burning

You've taught me so much
while you're still learning
Things get better with age,
and it's another year you're turning

But don't get me wrong,
you'll always be the best Mum,
if for a second you were concerning

She rested a hand on my shoulder and smiled,
"Nice guys finish last."
My ****** expression remained the same while taking in
what left her tongue as her smile and hand soon left me.
She's going back to the other guy.
The 'bad boy'.
The kind of guy who won't consider her first,
the kind of guy who won't share how he's feeling first,
the kind of guy who lied to her, saying she was his first.
My shoulder, still warm from her hand, shrugs.
It, and the rest of me, know. I'm the guy who touches her the deepest,
I'm the guy who will do anything to see her warm, comforting smile,
I'm the guy who will wait for the bad boy to break her heart.
I'm the 'nice guy'.
She may come to me lastly, but in her heart,
I will finish first.

Sat beside you
in the dead silence,
she exhales a long sigh.
It reaches far, to your bare leg, too.
It raises goosebumps,
and a question in your mind.

"You're a little too high,
or a little too low."
They've completely covered your thigh.
She seems so low with such a sad sigh.
Your goosebumps are high from her blow.

You slowly glance her way,
you don't know what to say
because according to her Doctors note,
today's not been her day.

She catches your eyes
and your's meet hers.
Your goosebumps double in size.

Imagining her losing to the sickness within,
goosebumps now engulf your suit of skin

in the dead silence.

You shift your weight
to the left
                and as you do
so do they
                                  One crack.
               it surprises you.
                                  A second.
                      A grin,
                it loosens you
                                 The third
             stole your breath.
Your body,
               like a slingshot,
                                 shoots
               back.
                                 No crack.

I cannot recreate your smile with lines of a pencil.

I cannot capture the twinkle in your eyes in a photograph.

I cannot imagine your bubbly laughter with no recorder.

                                               I can, however,

see and hear you as best as I can in my mind,

and wait as long as needed until I see

                  your full smile,

       and that twinkle in your eyes,

and burst from your contagious laughter

                                                     again.

I'm so sick
and you don't even know
feelings uncontrolled
wild, they go

I'm so disgusting
but I'm so lonely
hot and lusting
for you, if only.

Her bones shake
from his earthquake
inside her core,
from the ache
of 'no more'.

He takes her shoulder
She shrugs it away
She won't let him
Hold her
Now that he won't
Stay

He can't tell her why
Why?
And doesn't realize
As she will realize
That's how her heart will die
*You can see it in her clouding eyes.

Mr. Heard have you heard of the bird stuck on the third floor?
Its song slurred and absured singing a song it overheard
Mr. Heard have you heard of the bird stuck on the third floor?
Its eyes blurred from the fall, wings broken and heart soft spoken
Mr. Heard have you heard of the bird stuck on the third floor?
It sings of you finding it, sheltering it under your wing
and allowing it to heal, allowing it to sing
Mr. Heard have you heard of the bird stuck on the third floor?
You saved it without knowing it, it's you it sings for
It's you it adores, wings open and a heart that soars

"You rank of daisies,"

The washroom stall told me.

I look, I sniff, I say,

"You rank of a teen that was bored today."

The added spark of anger
As your eyes
Speak the words
That your mouth
Isn't given the chance to

The added flavour of salt
As your tears
Slide down your cheeks
And rest on your lips
To mix in with your tea

The added feeling of shame
As you look
Into the mirror
And see a red, shiny face
Of a girl admitting she was weak

The added shade of blue
As your tears
Soak into
That protective blue sweater
Of the one you wished was here

The added sound of silencing
As you hear
him complaining to
Someone else
Like you're not in the next room

The added second of silence
As you t-try
-like you always do-
To hold back your tears
I-in the back of your throat

The reduced state of esteeme
As you believe
You truly are a
Failure.
Because he had a bad day at work

Have some tea with me, let's share a deep conversation

about the stars in the sky

about what happens when we die


Make a kind gesture, hold this ladies hand and show me

what you think is proper love

how you'd hold only me above

This ship is sinking
but we're floating in life savers
floating in the arms of sirens
This ship is sinking
but we're floating towards the land
floating in the arms of sirens

We knew it from the start
but just didn't have the heart
to make them walk the plank
after drawing a blank
when we asked them why

{Chorus}
This ship is sinking
but we're floating in life savers
floating in the arms of sirens
This ship is sinking
but we're floating towards the land
floating in the arms of sirens

Feeling the tentacles on my leg
they wrap around, pull and drown
all the hope I had sunk
to the deepest blue's ground

And all the shimmering light
at the water's surface
never looked so white
never felt so bright

{Chorus}
This ship is sinking
but we're floating in life savers
floating in the arms of sirens
This ship is sinking
but we're floating towards the land
floating in the arms of sirens

On the sofa
             Arm in Arm
                          Cheek to Cheek
                                           She speaks softly

"Darling, I've wondered... How would you describe me to a stranger?"

He pauses a moment
                     Pushing a piece of hair
                                                     Behind her ear

"To a blind person,
I'd tell them you're the most gorgeous face to wake up next to."

She smiles
        He continues

"To a deaf person,
I'd write to them how lovably silly you sound while singing in the shower.

To our new neighbor we have yet to meet (still counts as a stranger),"

She giggles
       He smiles at her

"I'd warn him of your amazing cooking and your famous house warming recipe.

And to the meanest of the mean, a truly horrific person,
I'd tell them they should be more like my darling; the nicest of the nice.
Never speaks poorly of another, is generous with her smiles, helps any one
and any thing when in need, accepts people for who they are, and - Oh, love...."

She lifts her head to him
                                  Slight concern in her lovely face

"What is it, Jake?"

He smiles at her
                     Kissing her forehead

"All these unlucky strangers would think you're not real, or too-good-to-be-true!
But you're definitely real, and I'm the luckiest man to be with you."

She grounded her feet
and leaned forward
peering into tiny mud puddles.
She saw the outline of her wavy hair
with one stray piece rebelling
from how she wanted it to rest
on the top of her head.
And she wanted to fix it,
but couldn't completely.

*

He grinded his teeth
and leaned forward
peering into tiny blood puddles.
He saw the outline of his unmarked arms
with one sharp blade rebelling
from how he wanted it to be
on the darkest of his nights.
And he wanted to stop for her,
but couldn't completely.

Nobody has ever asked me
if I had dimples, before...

And I was never sure
if they were a beautiful characteristic,
or just dents in a round face.

They showed themselves, proudly,
after he had told me he thought they
were beautiful.

Lovely, even.

And a light pink quickly,
but gently,
surrounded them with a calming acceptance.

Even dents in my round pink face
were enough to make me feel beautiful
in his charming eyes.

A very friendly young man who wasn't shy to start a conversation with you.
'Was my first and last conversation we shared
Til an equally painless force took him from his loved ones.
And from people like me,
Who were for some reason or another,
Meant to have known of him.
Rest In Peace.
Rest in the friendly Earth's soil.
Rest with memories of you
In conversations shared between your loved ones
And people like me.

You've never changed
And your unfathomable number of wrongs
have never changed intentions.

Do you wish that I in return,
Solicit faithlessness?

So you may feel
As if I'm really not as high as the matured stars,
But a stick in the childish mud,
like you?

Tell me why would I want
To ever change my intentions.