I can see you through the treehouse window
as you stand before the river, fist clenched.
"What's in your hand, Brother?"
"Sister, it is something so heavy,
I fear it will drown if I open my clenched fist."

I can see you through my phone camera
as you slouch before the river, fist clenched.
"What's in your hand, Brother?"
"Sister, it is something so precious,
I fear it will fly away if I open my clenched fist."

I can see you through the nursery window
as you hunch before the river, fist clenched.
"What's in your hand, Brother?"
"Sister, it is something still important,
I fear it will be lost if I open my clenched fist."

I can see you from my porch
as you kneel before the river, fist clenched.
"What's in your hand, Brother?"
"Sister, it is something so forgotten,
I fear it will disappear if I open my clenched fist."

I can see you along the shore
as you die before the river, fist clenched.
"What's in your hand, Brother?"
"Sister, it is something I should have let go
so many years ago"

I saw you
as you opened your clenched fist before the river.
A single pebble fell to the riverbed.
"Brother, Death's claws did not **** you --
Cupid's arrow did."

How can I sleep?
Your face keeps
Itself on my eyelids.
Your voice keeps
calling, screaming, my name.
Your smell keeps
Suffocating my sleep.
Your warmth keeps
Destroying my comfort
Our memories
keep me from sleep.
Our actions
keep me from rest.
Our words
keep me from peace.
You keep haunting me,
after you left me to cry
after I pushed you away.
How can I sleep?

Nothing is

                                                           permanent.
The TiDeS are always changing.
Today’s sand isn't the same as
yesterday’s sand.
The shells
come and go.
The fish swim away.
One minute you’re standing TALL;
the next you’re
                          belly up
                                         in a feeding frenzy.

Sharks prowl the surface and

creatures lurk the depths.
There are places man will never go;
and things we’re not meant to see.
                                                                People leave nothing but their
footprints,
but even they are stolen by the noon waves.
The timid walk on paths already forged.
                                                                                                     The reckless run from predetermined trails.
                                                    The strong stride next to the path,
                                                                   but never on it,
                                   because how will you ever know what the sand feels like
                                                          if not with your own feet?
                                                                 It may be hard,
but in the end you’re smarter than the reckless and
                                                                                                                                       braver than the timid.







                                                                   Life is like an ocean.

and when the sun rises,
a red sky
a red sun
shining red rays
on the rivers of blood that scatter
the field of delicate flowers.
and bodies litter the grass
showered in red dawnlight
like drops of rain on dry concrete.
and we're there - you and me  
we're under the pile,
near the bottom,
because we were the first to fall.

Don't tell me I was born to be something,
Don't tell me I need to be this prophecy,
Because there's no way I could ever be.
Don't tell me to be someone else,
Don't tell me to change,
Because there's no way it's going to happen.
Don't tell me there's a path for me to follow,
Don't tell me I'm a puppet for God to play with,
Because I make my own future.
The only thing you could possibly know,
Is the fact that some day I will die.
As soon as you label me,
You fence me in.
Don't tell me I'm to be something,
Because I'm already me.