I open the door, the wind blows

and that that graphite bear flies out

on to the street, and I give chase,

I don't know why, but I don't think I could live without

It's just a picture, but it means so much to me,

I flip the sheet, "I love you",

****, I instantly begin to choke,

My eyelids become a reservoir of heartbreak and pain

when the tears start to fill them, and they won't drain,

Why is this so hard?

I think I dropped my guard,

I never knew I could be so broken,

Yet, not a word has been spoken,

Nobody knows that I've become hollow,

The missing part seems to far away now,

I'm chasing it like a present with a bow

as if it's gonna wait for me under that tree in the morning,

I must come off as pretty pathetic as you read this,

Why would anyone ever allow themselves to drop this low?

I don't even know, but it's like my feet are in the snow

I wanna pull them out, but I can't, but why?

Probably for the same reason I can't bring myself to throw away

these pictures that I've kept from you,

Probably for the same reason that I cherish these things so much,

The same reason why I'm holding these ******* things so close to my heart,

And that's another thing, these pictures are paradoxical,

They're the only thing that seems to make me happy,

Yet every time I look at them, my emotions seem to burst from my insides,

The tears start falling from my face, my heart starts to race,

I wish you could just see that I would do anything for you,

You left you're mark on my heart, it's  like you're in charge

of my life, and I think I'm okay with that,

All I want to do is hold your hand and jump out

of this plane with you and land in some exotic land,

Explore the world together, and I wouldn't even care

if we had to sleep on the street, because I'd have you to hold,

God, I must sound ridiculous, right?

I'm young, why do I feel the way I do?

Probably because I need someone to fall on to,

Probably because I'm afraid of losing everything

And everything is you,

Probably because of love,

And I forgot to rhyme,

******.

There is a gentle thought that often springs
to life in me, because it speaks of you.
Its reasoning about love’s so sweet and true,
the heart is conquered, and accepts these things.
‘Who is this’ the mind enquires of the heart,
‘who comes here to ****** our intellect?
Is his power so great we must reject
every other intellectual art?
The heart replies ‘O, meditative mind
this is love’s messenger and newly sent
to bring me all Love’s words and desires.
His life, and all the strength that he can find,
from her sweet eyes are mercifully lent,
who feels compassion for our inner fires.’

His hands
burn away at my momentary doubt

my skin becomes softer beneath his lips.

his lips taste like a postage stamp for an unwritten letter

with slowly drifting fingers, he writes to me:
he asks about my day with his palm on my rib cage and his sighs in my ear.
he kisses the center of my chest, and tells me a story about friends I've never met
he suckles my ****** when he talks about his alcoholic father.

and he writes goodbye with his hips between my thighs.

he provides no return address.
he simply signs his name.

It’s moments like these—
When your eyes connect with mine,
And I can’t help but fawn over their beauty.

Moments when your fingerprints leave
Invisible marks on my skin.
Branding me
Promises of forever,
A mere dream unspoken on your tender lips

Your kisses stealing
The end of my sentences
Murdering me soundlessly with every
Drawl of my name
And lingering glance

It’s moments like these,
When I thought it weren’t possible
Or not possible enough
That I’ve fallen even more in love
With your presence or
Your every word

Moments like these when I cannot control
The utter and irrefutable
Desire

The craving to be near you
To hold you
And just feel your existence

Moments that remain imprinted in my mind

If you take my gun
You may as well take my rights
I have the right to bear arms
To protect my fortress
To defend my family
I will use everything
Machine guns
Shotguns
High-power rifles
Anything
So I can feel secure
Around bullets of death

3 people lie motionless
Blood seeping from shell wounds
In the middle of a crowded mall
12 people lay lifeless
Two years since their last death
In the middle of a movie theater
28 innocent souls lay empty
Most of whom couldn't understand
In the middle of a elementary school

What other people do with their weapons
Doesn't concern me
I will protect myself with my shotgun
My machine gun
My high-powered rifle
Maybe I'll teach my child how to shoot
So one day he can protect his family
With assault weapons

The victims of the crazed people
Those insignificant others
Are not dead by the shooters gun
But by the shooter's insanity
Those insignificant others
Were just poor, unlucky souls
Insignificant souls

When I get older
And not fit to live
I'm going to give my machine gun
My shotgun
To my son
So he can hold the fortress
And protect his family
From those insignificant others
Those poor, innocent souls
That will awake from the grave
That will trespass his property
That will look him in the eye
With the wounds from Sandy Hook
Aurora Movie Theater
Columbia Mall
Still viciously bleeding
And dare him to shoot again
To protect his cold-blooded ignorance

RIP Brianna Benlolo and Tyler Johnson

I've been to all ends of the earth looking for you but you are not direction
I searched the sky for you but you are not a constellation
I looked to the sea but you are not the waves
When I searched the trees I was disappointed by your absence but you are not a bird
I looked under the ground but you are not the roots of the pines
I dissected every line I ever wrote but you are not a collection of words
When I listened to the wind I couldn't help myself and I tried to hear you but you are not a whisper
Screaming in caves creates company but you are not an echo
I gathered a crew and set sail in treacherous weather but you are not a lighthouse
I've heard the floor boards squeak and the walls moan but you are not a house
This car has carried me for ninety five thousand miles but you are not the highway
I climbed to the tops of mountains but you are not a feeling of victory
With thoughts of warmth I struck a match and lit the woods on fire but you are not heat
I stood alone in the night watching the snow fall but you are not the cold
Hundreds of hours spent in the ICU have proven I am sick but you are not the antidote
I melted thousands of renown paintings but you are not inspiration
Millions of scientific advances have been torn apart but you are not understanding
I've searched the words of prophets philosophers and teachers but you are not wisdom
They drew blood from my veins but you are not life
A psychic read my mind but you are not thought
I visited with inventors but you are not an idea
But the day she ripped my heart out of my chest I found you nestled inside safe and sound
And it dawned on me that you are my sunshine
*~W.C.