When I think of you
My whole personality glows
You’re the string in my stitching
And I don’t care if everybody knows
You raised me well
And made me think
Made me question, and best of all,
You made me, me.
The day your gone is the day I fall weak
But I’ll do good for you and stay strong
My life goal is to carry all of you I hold on
It won’t be long for me to grow
And we'll discover our true mold
I hope I do as well as you
I want to make my children glow
Stitch them together
And help them grow
Be in their hearts like you are in mine
More than you can possibly know

Sometimes words don't fall where you want.
Sometimes words aren't there when you want.
Sometimes words don't say what you want.

Sometimes, it isn't the right time for words.
Sometimes, it isn't the right place for words.
Sometimes, you don't need to say the words.

Words are good, they can write a poem.
Words are good, they can tell a story.
But words are nothing without a purpose.
Words do nothing but fill. Fill time. Fill space. Fill silence. Fill emptiness.

Things happen that make the words not right.
Small words.
Big words.
They're not always right.
We need emptiness to fill.

once upon a time there was a couple
this couple seemed incredibly happy
everyone thought that they were in love
and that they might just make it
and they thought so too
they promised each other forever
he thought she meant it
she thought he meant it
then life intervened
he changed
like he said he wouldn't
she stayed the same
like she said she would
it wasn't the same
he wanted better
prettier
happier
nicer
BETTER
she wanted HIM
and to be loved
and cared for
they were both disappointed...
now a year has gone by
and they're best friends
she seems fine
he seems fine
they both seem fine
but if you look closely
close enough to see the cracks
you'll be able to see
the falter in her smile
the tremble in her laugh
and the sadness in her eyes
you'll see she's not satisfied
you'll see the love still there
hidden under the friendship
you'll see she wants
to redo the past
change something
anything
to make him stay this time
but she smiles
and acts like its alright
and she loves being
just friends
because her love
was so strong
and so true
that when she said forever
she meant it with all her heart
even if forever
was only to be fulfilled
by being just friends

God of the golden bow,
      And of the golden lyre,
And of the golden hair,
      And of the golden fire,
            Charioteer
            Of the patient year,
      Where---where slept thine ire,
When like a blank idiot I put on thy wreath,
      Thy laurel, thy glory,
      The light of thy story,
Or was I a worm---too low crawling for death?
      O Delphic Apollo!

The Thunderer grasp'd and grasp'd,
      The Thunderer frown'd and frown'd;
The eagle's feathery mane
      For wrath became stiffen'd---the sound
            Of breeding thunder
            Went drowsily under,
      Muttering to be unbound.
O why didst thou pity, and beg for a worm?
      Why touch thy soft lute
      Till the thunder was mute,
Why was I not crush'd---such a pitiful germ?
      O Delphic Apollo!

The Pleiades were up,
      Watching the silent air;
The seeds and roots in Earth
      Were swelling for summer fare;
            The Ocean, its neighbour,
            Was at his old labour,
      When, who---who did dare
To tie for a moment, thy plant round his brow,
      And grin and look proudly,
      And blaspheme so loudly,
And live for that honour, to stoop to thee now?
      O Delphic Apollo!

faith
take her path
through the
Pharaoh's soul
thus swing
the
arc of time
shall
write her name
in
splendid gold