Black queen on the red king,
the seven on the black
eight, eight goes on the nine, bring
the nine on over, place
jack on the queen. There is space
now for that black king who,
six or so cards back,
was buried in the pack.
Five on six, where's seven?
Under the ten. The ace
must be under the two.
Four, nine on ten, three, through.
It's after eleven.

THE girl goes dancing there
On the leaf-sown, new-mown, smooth
Grass plot of the garden;
Escaped from bitter youth,
Escaped out of her crowd,
Or out of her black cloud.
Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer.!

If strange men come from the house
To lead her away, do not say
That she is happy being crazy;
Lead them gently astray;
Let her finish her dance,
Let her finish her dance.
Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer.!

But I think it’s beautiful.

how I have secrets that I whisper to myself in the dark

and how I know all too well that rivers look deeper than they actually are

but also the fact that I’ve been strung out on prescriptions

while sneaking out

this makes me think that you don’t know what the **** a paradox is.

Sorry is such a blasphemous word.
You can mean it, you can play around with it, and you can
Totally ******* the meanings of it.
“Sorry” is almost as dangerous as “I Love You”
Almost as meaningful as “I'll stay with you.”
And never faithful when it graces good bye.

You feel like you're a million miles away
far from me
at another place where I can't be.
I wish I could see you.
I wish I knew what your voice sounded like.
Let the ocean waves roll over
and let the sun set so the stars will appear,
and be my guide to you.

I just haven't met you yet,
but when I do
I'll never leave your arms
because you'll be my coming home.

In the dead of morning
you'll be there with two cups of tea.
There wouldn't be anything I didn't love about you.
I hope your eyes shine
when you look at the world.
You notice how there is so much to explore
and you'll be left craving more.
You'd suggest we adventure out
and I would already have your bags pack
and be halfway out the door.

I would never get mad at you.
Not even when you spill your coffee
all over my poetry.
I'll smile and kiss your frown away
telling you that it's okay.

There isn't anything I wouldn't tell you.
We'd bury our secrets together in our backyard garden.
We would sleep so close together at night,
fearing the edge of the bed.
We would everything and nothing.
We would never let our love for each other grow hungry.

The stars always shine brighter when I think about you.
Do you see how they shine?
That is all for you.
I know I'm still young but I can't wait to meet you one day.
I know you're out there
dreaming about the day you'll meet someone.
I hope that person you think about is me.
Even though you don't know me yet.
But that day will come and it'll go down in history books,
trust me.

She was drowning in her own self misery;
her own negative self righteousness consuming her every thought.
Through the hurt and despair,
she saw the pin size amount of light the universe had to offer.
Reaching to grab it,
it slipped though her small and frail fingers.
Over powered with darkness,
she tried to go with the beastly creature.
It's name: Depression.
Somehow, the light managed to sneak into her last few seconds of life.
Bliss,
Optimism,
Love entered her eyes.
She saw the beauty in everything around her;
birds singing their hearts out
vibrant colors
music
sunshine
flowers
there was beauty, like there has always been

Is it possible
To love invisibly?
To feel a love for something you can’t see?
To hold it close,
And feel it brush your soul
Like something warm, a fire, a burning coal,
To get you through the times when you’re apart
And only see the image in your heart?
My answer is
Yes.
Because love
Is blind
And it doesn’t ask questions.
You don’t need to see someone
To know that you love them.
Most love is loved in absentia anyway,
Knowing you’ll miss them when they are away,
Loving them, perhaps, in more measure than you do
When they are standing right in front of you.
Let me this way begin:
You cannot see the wind,
And yet you may love it most sensibly.
For love itself exists intangibly,
And manifests itself in many forms.
And I will love at times invisibly; weather the suns and storms,
For if they shut my eyes once and for all
And I was blindfolded against a wall,
Held in jeopardy,
I’d count on my love
To save me,
Not in a foolish act of desperation
Or blindly trusting someone I cannot,
Not damsel in distress
But knowing this:
If I truly fall in love,
I will be able to trust them.
They will not wrong me,
And they will have nothing to hide.
So even though
I much prefer to see,
It won’t be hard
To love invisibly.