I write not for my arts sake...
I write for my hearts ache...

I write not to remind myself...
I write to re-mind myself...

could you climb inside my skin and become a part of my insides?
could you leave parts of yourself bEHIND YOU WHEn YU DO?
IF OUR STArs ALIGN WILL THEY STRIP DOWN AND COMBINE?

I've Walked a Myriad of country roads
Places that are nowhere and everywhere

I've stepped into the deep and endless woods
Therein a billion tall, slender spirits

Old souls watched as I walked in between them
Patches of daylight played in fluttered spats

Bright daylight, it cuts into eyes and mind
Like memories fixed in a Déjà vu

Hidden beneath the mosiac floor, a love
Shining brightly as an October day

I've Watched leaves tumbling down from perfect skies
like soft kisses between falling dancers

Just as my heart tumbles out of its' place
recalling falling leaves and soft kisses



© P.M.H 12/22/2011

truth is, i would jump off a cliff if my friends did
not to follow aimlessly
but to save them
and if need be
i would jump first
so they would not have to.

it is difficult
to find stars in hollow eyes
of broken people.

the anxiety
is the roaring
pacing monster
in the back of my closet
that i can only
keep caged for so long
and the bone-achingly
insatiable void
is the silent
shapeless creature
that lurks in the back of my mind
waiting to strike
when my back is turned.
i can't fight two fronts at once.
i can't win both battles simultaneously.
therefore, a choice must be made.
which is the lesser of two evils?

Sometimes everything you know has to burn
so you can rise from the ashes and grow into something better.

There’s something beautiful in being awake while the world is sleeping