Some of us are still here
scrambling about on this sphere
hurtling through space
where time's just a face on the
universal clock.

Life is so good and
sobering or not we all got drunk
on that dream.

She can walk
          between
             night and day
               never letting either
                  get in her way.
She learned this trick
                     many moons ago
                                by
                     going deep within
           and never letting it show.
Her soul is innocent
her heart is pure
she’s gone through more
than most could endure.
            She’s an angel of light
                 an angel of dark
                 you never know
              what you will spark.
                      You want to hurt her?
                         Please, go ahead and try
                           she’ll be the one to show you
                                  just how well she can
                                                              f
­                                                                l­
                                                                ­  y.
                                  Her soul innocent
                    her heart pure
      but never think for one minute
that she’s not secure.
                                Say what you will
                          please, do what you must
                       but your jealousy and hatred
                             won’t waver her trust!
~

hi,
i thought about you so much today
and i want you to know
i appreciate you

thank you for being you.
thank you for listening
and
your patience,
kindness,
generosity

i hear that you're exhausted
combating the endless toxicity of your mind
the evil that should've
ended so many years ago

i hear that you're lonely

i hear that you might need a lot right now.

i see your strength
and growth
please remember
it's not a
perfectly
     linear
          path

you're a work of art
and
it's a bit messy right now

i mean--
it's been messy for awhile,
that's ok.

you might not know
what direction it's headed
but
my god,
is it a good one

i see you.

i still love you.

Words are nice,
I like words,
They are my friends, of sorts.

not one soul
can t o u c h me the way you do.
no arms, no legs, no bodies.
just your b a b y b l u e s on me,
and i drown.

My Grandma said
that,
"Life is hard
enough
without beating ourselves
up."

I met her
at
the local book-
shop
and for a
brief
moment in time
we
didn't feel alone
anymore.