the most beautiful flower

can I keep all my wishes
inside my back pocket

forgot the place I started
where am I supposed to go now

calling my friend
just to cry

no one listens
they take advantage

pretty flowers
butterflies in my hair

ripping off the petals
without my permission
hurts so much

I've never felt like such a child
so scary how small you made me

keeping my tears inside
waiting to fall to the floor

everything is ruined now

I’ll say grace
I’ll lay to waste
All this distaste
All this distance

I will embrace
Vermilion haze
With no pretence
With no defence

I’ll say grace
Today replace
Undue sorrow
With tomorrow

I will embrace
A million ways
With no promise
Or borrowed solace
 
In the silence of a prayer
I hear the din of all despair
And wonder
When the solace calls my name
I hear the droning of malaise
And wander
In the silence when I pray
I hear the hum of every day
I wonder

I’ll say grace
My fate erased
I will not submit
To the makeshift

I will embrace
The silver maze
I am enlightened
In this silent solace

I was playing
chess without
any pawns.
The dawn
came up
brutal and
strong.
My queen
had a knife,
and stuck
it in my
heart.
That was the
end
before I even
got a start.

Writing is my love that
never betrays.
It doesn't lie or
cheat.
It never complains that I
leave the toilet seat up or
that I leave hairs in the sink.
It has never said, "You drink too much or
not enough." It always wins the bets,
sets the sun, and skins the cat.
It's always raw and never
well done—medium rare at
worst, and never burnt.
It doesn't ask me to
do aerobics or yoga, and it
would never tell me to quit smoking;
I would stake my life on it.
Writing is my love that
will be with me until
the end.

read minds

we are human
we are not simple

to say our minds
are oceans

is to underestimate
its depths

exponentially

to speak of
the speed of

thought

is to miss
a lifetime

with each word
we say

if we could
read minds

even the
universe

would seem
small

I speak to you in velvet blue
Words so soft and sad and true

But I remember, most our days
Had deep and open color displays

Days of yellow bold bright
Days of laughter's sweet delight

Days of orange when we were warm
My heart held whole, my chest not torn

Even gray and black and red
When we were hurt by words we said

Those deep and vibrant colors past
I wish we could have made them last

The blue I speak is cold but true
This is my last goodbye to you