I slept through all of my pretty dreams tonight.
And so naturally the only thing I was left with were the pretty blue morning sunrises.

Your candle smiles
bring me warmth through the rain
and calm                                 but I like
                                                            the
                                                                fall

Morning Mourning:

Sunsets sadden me
when they burn out
and concede the night
into morning darkness

The black wind howls louder always
under the star-struck landscape.

The heavens always seem closer under the softened
glow of the washed-out, black skies.

I sit on sidewalks and see more than mountaintop highways ever
could dream of.

Ice is just hardened water, frozen under the trepidation of winter. Springtime
romances soften it and shine it to new lights.

Die me a dreamy death.
For when beauty floats on the wind
And you notice the moments only fleeting

Sitting on slides in the sun are better together
It's raining splashy puddles around this, a lovely sit.
You don't lay in the grass often enough, my dear.

Turn the lights off and see through the darkness of the world. Those speckles of twinkle shining are proof that heaven's light is eternal.
Divinity lies in the Nature night-light spreading soft white glows.

Lively life jubilee, if only someday we'll be.

Die me a dreamy death because the water floats warmer leaves here.

water as calm as the night that consumes it.
a dock, to never land and away farther again.
wooden water bed atop singing-in-the-wind reeds.

there are family lights here.
near and dear, but pleasant on the pier.

the ducks sit like loon silhouettes on the water.
I found you by accident, but I think I'll stay awhile.
drizzle drops drip-drop-trickle around me, falling on a warm breeze.

bats fly in a sky, full of gray rain clouds.
perhaps they will war elsewhere tonight.

I sit on docks and enjoy night spring before the mosquito summer.
in this is a treed water cove.
the water is like glass ripples:
warm city lights wafting lazily on the water.

and noises of roads too far away to care about.

and I do look back as I leave for it is that I will return.
not soon enough will this place always be calling upon me.
I flee as rain floats on the wind.

with rain clouds crying, and fire trucks screaming, and the flashing lights breaking, midst the thunder booms and lightning flashes.
tomorrow comes crashing down.

good night to you, the still watery pond.

Written with the lovely Kyla

This grove of insanity, perhaps it is that you wish to get lucky?
We walk hand in hand. Luck, being so subjective we forget to define.
Ultimatums come hitherto, I'm afraid your luck has run dry.
I can't buy any more time to convince you or I that someday we may see eye to eye.
My, oh my, please don't cry.

Who's really winning when everyone's sinning?
Yet the world keeps on spinning amidst our wrecked hearts.

I crave the fire and yet don't like to get burned.
As we undress, we softly caress each our scars.
We avoid the pain by closing our eyes,
but it's something we both can't stop feeling.
And yet we continue invariably denying.

And the silence we share speaks more words than would be divulged had we done otherwise.

The words sent in secret go unnoticed by everything, but my heart has made it difficult to look in the mirror and see the beauty of anything we ever had.

Mirrors show nothing of the pain that pictures do, because then I have to see your shining face with your sparkling eyes, always your eyes.

But you never felt the tears that fell from them. We don't know the touch of each others pain.

Your pained words take on more than you are. And yet we find peace at lust's end. And it is with that end that we are no more.

We've known all along that all we have ever wanted to be is more than the silence that echos in the sliver of space left between our fast beating hearts. I could see it in your eyes when you forgot to guard the doors in.

And now my door opens to a new light.
Silence is golden, but what was once a sliver could become silver, oh so easily.

However lighthearted pennies are,
the trouble is not worth the pain.
She smiles quietly watching him walk away from penny lane.

When nothing became of you and I found myself sitting on a sidewalk covered in night.

And the clouds in the sky didn’t wish to stay long; they must have had some place to be.

And the few constellations I knew scorned me, for even they were ashamed.

The weather no longer wore socks, for a barefoot summer is always.

Fall was no Winter and Spring was not long in the making, and Summer is always too far away if never really here.

From sunset to sunrise, I realized it was all meaningless lies.
So now I live in the darkness, because untruths lie unseen.

I didn’t have reason to stay, so I left.

Goodbye, pretty pink sunrise.

The weather is too nice to cry.
So I smile instead.

Gentle giant clouds roll in from the sky, graying the darkening blues. They light up the night where there is fright, shining blasts of might light.

I need no night light.

The sky bleeds itself into blackness, the more violent the prettier we see it. But when you reflect this pain off of the lake it’s okay because it’s too beautiful to sneer.

And when the sky wakes up and dark blue mornings fight the night-black people wake up and cry.

When I’m with you the world shines a little brighter and the grass is a little greener, because ending songs were only our beginnings.

Forever will do, I guess

It used to be the sun would burn elsewhere and I would miss it. But that same sun will tumble back and warm me up again.

You would ignore me and I would ignore the pain that followed.

Your heart was in your hands and you were intertwined with emotion, and I made friends with stone, cold as it was that day.

You’re my temptress of forever, just hug me once and our let our goodbyes never end.

Picture moments are smile times I miss them, driftwood weighs me down but now that it’s broken i miss it.

Like the stars you tease me with your light but you’re out of reach, until you fell to earth on the day that makes the year even.
The sun’s warmth betrayed me that August day it reflected off your skin and confused me with forlorn beauty and greatness

In June, ‘round high noon, the cool lake that is more yours than mine, brought us together in tired smiles. I wake up and miss you.


I dream poetry dreams and you fall from the tangible trees and bring fire to rainbow waterfalls and they burn and ignite the sky into a sunset, because I always see you in the sunset.