learn new ways
of taking fire and turning it into art.
take off finding old ways and methods that
are just as good as she remembered kissing the sky with
pure heat.

i don’t quite remember
was it patriotism or fear?

i don’t quite remember
was it a gunshot or a celebration?

can we eat today without guilt?

it goes up in smoke
she looks on // he looks weakly
all things are half broken in this lifeless stupor.
understand,
a firework is just a reminder of what we are
burning, tired, exploding.

What you were supposed to be,
Was someone who was there for me,
I wonder what our friendship would be,
If you didn't run off and flee,
That **** stung me like a bee,
You burned me to a third degree.

How come I never left,
We were always fighting, always out of breath  
It felt like I was living around death.

****,
I should have left.

My throat always tightens or burns when someone asks if I'm okay
Of course, "I'm fine, I'm great," is what I tend to always say
But my mind can't seem to forget what happened that day

The screaming and hate I saw in your eyes always brings me to the same question, 'Why'?
I still remember our last goodbye
When all you gave me was the evil eye
Without a word I walked on
Wondering what would happen, to the black swan.

Pull in the sheets,
trim the tiller,
shifting to the other rail,
light airs prevail, the
sails they luff.

Seeking the wind,
Cat's paws to Starboard
Hard-a-lee tacking to Port,
the breeze she comes,
boom shifts, helm heels
over, sails crack and fill.
Reef in the Jib, slack off the main.
She digs in, laying her rail
into the water, riding on the
seas thin knifes edge again,
the keel rises, steadies her passage.
We fly!

Ah, fair winds, sailors delight,
pleasant sailing, safe harbor ahead.
No greater joy than to sail and muck
about in boats on blue water.

Freedom achieved, intensely felt.