as light is cast on your cheekbones,
i realize the light is not coming from the window,
or from between the curtains,
or even from the sun itself, no,
it comes from within.

your heart is aflutter with love, and i can see it in your
Eyes.
when you look at her,
you feel free,
and light reflects,
bounces off me,
i can touch the rays that come from your skin.

when you leave, the light will leave with you,
and darkness will once again seep into my space,
and maybe, just maybe, the stars will have a chance to shine again.
but without the sun, how will they learn how to fight?

again i fall, from heights unknown.
Maybe, someday, I will let go.

in simple words,
i really like birds!
and all of the ways they sing.

sometimes i wish
i was a bird,
making my voice howl and ring.

theyre so triumphant
with their little voices,
something i can only dream to be.

but in a while,
ill shout with a smile;
ill scream a song, for all to see.

they didnt tell us
but you could see the remnants
on the toilet back;
how many times had i wiped it clean?

everyone smokes.
everyone smokes,
and a cigarette **** is not far from the parking lot
(or the front door).

my manager does *******
and the other one drinks
and the other one smokes cigarettes
and the other one takes diet pills;

the owner says i’d be a great manager
but i think
i will have
to decline.

the flowers i see in gardens i’m not allowed to be in
the trees on the sides of highways that breathe
the pulse in my chest that screams hello
the cats, the fish, the snail, the rat
the people, the people
the moon
the sun
me.

sun spits rays through the clouds
beaming bright between ashen shroud
dripping white across tepid skies
seeping into the eyes of passerby
crawling, scathing claws of rain
skid along the world again
the water cycle never ends.

i keep buying journals in hopes that i will keep track of my days
but it's so hard when every day is the same
every day is wide awake
nightmares, but open eyes
i live in a fantasy
and i wish i could stop imagining.

*******, *******;
as pigeons unfurl their wings to take flight in a blue, blue sky,
a ricochet of dandelion seeds soar with them,
creating a matrimony of silent parade
that is kissed by the suns rays.

they sleep soundly;
do not wake them.