To the boy with two coffees
and a big bouquet of flowers
sticking out of your backpack,

Your thoughtfulness is lovely
and has brightened my day.
You appear to be on a mission, so
I won't get in your way.
I hope you and your friend
have a sweet happy day!

A

Comfort in voices
friends in special places in my heart
filled with contentedness and life.
Admiring each others' vulnerability
made strong with liquid confidence
smiling and kareoke
love and Love
together
friends who are a safety net
to capture our darkest days and
release them into the sea.
Smile because we are here
in the present.
Laughing full of joy
at peace with our selves and the world.

A

Two crooked smiles
where one side bares the burdens and cannot lift its own corner.
But when it meets its partner, together they can smile.
completely, whole.

A

I feel exposed and vulnerable,
I am bare, a blank page that was turned in instead of an essay
I am that messed up date, or worse the date where they never came
I have taken off my mask and all you do is stare
I sit in the unlit corner in the café waiting for a friend to talk to
But I am confused.
I am happy with my life.
It’s changing, yes, but in a good, new direction
I am learning and wanting to be with him
It is passion I have never known
Sometimes I feel like I am puzzle piece that doesn’t quite fit
But we both want to be together
It feels so amazing, so lovely, so surreal.
One day I will wake up and he will vanish.
All that was, actually wasn’t. And all there is left is foggy memories
I fear that perhaps.
Losing my new friend, whom I care so much for
He makes me laugh and feel like I am worth something
I want him to see that he is wonderful as he is
That he inspires me and is kind beyond belief
I don’t want to lose him
But then again I am falling against myself and am stuck spinning in my thoughts
They are unpleasant and unforgiving
Kindness has no place there
Quiet is when they’re loudest

A

When I get my own life,
I'm not asking for a smooth road.
I just wanna have clear skies,
No messes of untie-able knots,
But rather ferociously hot days of sun
That burn you.
While it hurts for a bit, and may look bad,
you move on, find resilience in yourself, and continue your trek.
I don't want vicious storms. I've had enough of those.
How about a good old drought, to make the rain sweet and welcome.
All I want, through all of this, is hope, and endless possibilities,
Offering me a rope ladder to climb to fulfillment.

A

the ringing alarm clock
stretching the sore muscles away
picking 3 things I am grateful for
is how I begin my day

waiting on the coffee that
busily bubbles away
as it transforms the kitchen into a cafe

the sun has risen to a point in the sky
that makes the morning glow
orange beams of sunlight all around

the air is fresh
it hasn't woken up either

so when I slip into my jeans and sweatshirt
the temperature is just right
and I am ready for the day

She is a storm, full of power and determination.
At times scattered and frightening when
the lightning nearly strikes the ground on which
you stand.
Then when she weeps,
all things are is a gloom,
hidden by the thick mist in the
air.
The way she rumbles and crashes
about, pouring the troubles that
have become too heavy to carry alone
to the ground, where you are
standing.
Your umbrella is beaten and blown
inside out, yet you hang on tight.
The storm can't rage infinitely.
It may take a few hours or days,
but the sun will shine through
the heavy gray clouds eventually.