our love could be a different kind of beautiful.
one where we don't raise our voices to hear each other.
one where we only want the best for each other.
one where that can make it past a sea of land dividing our hands.
one where we buy a house on the west side,
so we can watch the sun slip into the arms of the sea each night.
one where we miss out on.
one where I never forget you,
and you never forget me.
our love could be the one that is forever.

Feeling anonymous in their eyes
Searching their face for familiar traces,
Incognito to their judgment,
As you pass on the sidewalk.
Foreign to street names and
Where they lead to,
Free to get lost in the abyss.
The night lights substitute for a compass,
As we walk hand and hand.
All contained under the cosmic splattered tar.
The anonymous urban life,
We belong,
Falling into each others heart beats,
And the hum of the traffic beneath our heads
As we float into a dreamland.

Mother moon are you tired from looking down upon us?
Tired of kissing the same stars to your left and right.
Glowing just as pale white as the moon and
the milk that the kittens drink.
I want a new view.
A new room full of people I don't know,
new puzzles to figure out and
new fitting pieces to find.
I'm still searching.
Understand why the moon could go missing
from the night sky, for
everyone needs to see things in new ways,
I want to search the whole sky before I stay.

Shallow breathing along with
lazy dew between your lids.
Finger tips leading me between
blue flowers, bones and sheep.
Barley open,
can you see me?
Late laundry deducted time from slumber.
Craving only to lay down
and match my breath with your heartbeat.
To be secure in your exhales of morning rest melody.
Tears and tobacco followed soon after,
medicine for leaving.
Pain of wanting to swallow my pride along with yours.
But fleeing from wrong feelings,
only made it worse.
Tumble dry in the salty sea breeze that
follows the silk shower of disappointment.
Do you see me through your slumber drenched eyes,
gassed up and driving in the direction of failure fears?

Watching in the distance,
a dove wading in the water.
Goosebumps crawled
and infested her skin.
Stubborn to dive in,
Growing numb.
Gradually the clear sky turned gray
still you stayed.
Waiting as the ocean
mirrored the same color.
She dipped her tangerine beak first.
And leisurely,
white gold foam on his surface sunk.
And together,
With the moon shine passage across his back,
covered in the blanket of dusk,
accompanied by
the freedom of the quiet crickets chirping.
Calmly they curved with the current
and swam away into the horizon.

I'm just as inconsistent as the weather men are for New England,
From a sunny day that suddenly turn to rain,
From a rainy week to snow and sleet,
You can only rely on how unreliable they will be
for telling the future forecast of this up coming week.

We have made mistakes before in the past,
I hope thorns don't grow from them in the future.
I hope to only see roses in our garden.
I want to throw up all my worries,
I can't hold them down any longer.
I've always been so scared,
and you know that.
But I'm just looking out for myself I hope you understand.
One night is all it takes,
I let my needs take over and stop the worries momentarily.
My guard was down,
And I still felt secure with you.
You were my confidence and you took away my torture.
The bed was so inviting and so was the skin that you wear.
I wanted to be soaked in y(our) sweat,
and to float in y(our) panting.
You dance your fingers up and down my spine,
They cause goose bumps to follow behind.
They exposed my fear that still lingered under my skin,
but I still let you in.
Nothing could be better then having you by my side.
What if at the end of the song that we are singing together
doesn't get to be on repeat because the audience isn't
calling for an encore.
No more melody to caress me to sleep because your touch
will be gone.
I keep my door locked on the inside
because I don't want you to leave,
and my dear I've swollowed the key.
Maybe we are trapped in this pool of
mixed emotions, battle of us versus them.
And the future can only tell who will win.
A perfect then doesn't always make for a perfect now.
No pill could **** all the worries I feel.

Chestnut skin, clear as coffee with a splash of cream.
Black locks pulled back into a bun lazily,
Low scooped neck t-shirt,
Exposing your skin and defined collar bones.
I'm sure your attire was on purposes and planned.
To show off, what your lover could create by kissing your frame.
Who is it, that left those spotted red dots on your chest?
Was it a lover, for a night?
Or a long time boyfriend?
Is that what you wanted, low shirt with hair tied back,
For people to question what you did in last nights darkness?
Because its working.
Envious that I have to hide my own love,
safe under my sweatshirt,
scared of the judgment filled eye of strangers.

The warmth of the hearth,
Invites you to come out of your shell.

Waves sweep over skin tone grains.
Rolled in the current of sweet sweat,
Green seaweed sheets tangle our legs.

White shows,
as shy pearls are exposed.
You wear them the best between coal ribbon.
Caps of a dress
drowning blue bones,
Falls to the shore.

Embrace in her nourishment.
Drag your nails across the valley of pale dirt.
Plant a trail of pink hearts close to hers.
Stain her soil with your blood,
Under the rain of gold.

Lets create colors in oil
On these blank canvas bodies
of earth.

maybe ill be here
when both of us are miles away
and our bedrooms are empty.

maybe ill still be here
when you are sad and realized nothing has changed
that all the girls you are will today will be gone tomorrow

maybe ill be here
or maybe ill be gone

far away

and maybe ill not want to talk when you are sad
because I've tried to talk
and you haven't listened

its because maybe you are the one who is gone.
I just need to let go.

You're drunk
I'm sober.
This conversation is so much fun.
You type so many words and feelings.
I barley have to reply.
This conversation is so true and pure.
You tell me all your grudges for people I don't know.
You tell me how much you like me,
And some how I believe you more then ever.
You spill your life goals to me and your fears.
This is who you are.
Ten messages at once.
I'm sober.
You're drunk.

I belong in these pages
Of the books on my shelf.
I try to find the answers in the words printed on the paper.
I try to prepare myself.

I belong behind the words that I write,
The stories and characters they transform into.
I search for the answers through art.

I belong at family dinners.
With my mom, my brother and dog.
Together as one.

They are my compass.
Guiding me on.

Now,
I travel across the waters alone.

I try to navigate through the fog.

My parents warnings and lessons sing as lullabies,
That play softly in the whistling wind.

They aren't my map,
They can't guide me anymore.

I have this boat around me.
But the choppy waves never stop.
They batter the hull.
As salty sea crashes over.
I take in gulps of ocean as I try

To navigate my way back to shore.

Please don't ask me if I'm from Tennessee.
I don't want to hear its because I'm the only ten you see.

But if like my friend, and you were creative with them.
Maybe they would work.
"If you were a ski trail you would be a green circle because you're easy."
Or
"I'm wasted. But this ****** in my pocket doesn't have to be. "

Okay so probably not, but maybe she would laugh and maybe if he complemented her after,
she would shed layers and they could crawl under sheets together.

But no girl has so Travis I'm sorry to say,
Pick up lines don't work, that's why you're still a ******.

I'm not your little girl.
I will not tremble as you raise your voice.
I can see rage as it
runs through your veins.
They show in your neck as
you scream in my ear,
that I need to respect you
because you are my father.

I feel no fear,
I know who you are.

You take providing for your family as control.
Am I  supposed to respect you because you own my soul?
You are the teacher of disappointment.
To get respect you must earn it.

So *******, No.
I'm not going to change my attitude.

How is it possible,

to be afraid of a monster when there is nothing there?


But it is real,

It is the pain that I feel and the uncertainty for a future near.

They dig their ***** claws into my flesh when I'm doing my best.

Maybe it helps to fall from the pedestal of life and not become hubris.

But now I'm stressed.



You tell me not to worry, that my fears are nothing when I'm with you.

You can't save me, and I can't save you.

But some how your fragile white lies are comfort to hear.

They drown out the gnawing of their claws in my ears.

I'm so scared to lose you but I can see the end coming.

We both have separate paths to follow when the summer sun sets.

But right now, you can have me, at least for a few more minuets.