times like this, I fall ever more deeply in love with the human experience.

He came screaming into my life like a balloon accidentally,
Let loose before the knot is tied,
And his words make me giddy.
So why do the words not flow onto the page over him?
Why can I only write sad poems?

I have something rare and something beautiful
(but it is not beautiful just because it is rare.)

when I look into your eyes
i notice that theres something missing
and I lay in my bed thinking of
how things would be if
every time i looked into your eyes
nothing was missing

In the mill, there lived an old man
In where he found a mouse and ran
Outside he saw
The little mouse gnaw
The man's wife's raw onion filled can

...For I am more than your inability to love me.

Lighting
Oh so beautiful
Lighting up the sky
Long, fingerlike projectiles
Racing through the darkness
Lighting everything in its path
Yet, child, be wary
It is not unlike a leopard
Sleek and graceful
Yet dangerous if you attempt to harness it
'Tis akin to a wild animal
Yet so beautiful

Please, take life slow, because we never know.

As you cried on my shoulder,
it watered the flowers that you planted in my chest.

To kindle a fire,
the autumn winds have piled
a few dead leaves.