She responds to everything that touches her,
and touches her not.

With an inviting liveliness and a scary vulnerability
Like a newly ripen fruit, like a silent lake

She waits to be devoured,
she waits to be dived into.

There are no haunted places
Only haunted people

I was taught that when it's over, to leave. Don't continue to water a dead flower.
The days I spent in the forest surrounded by echoing sounds of life around me;
I did not get to yell, I got to sit in silent tears.
Now the sea wants to take me and I am willing to drown.
Through all of this I have lost who I am
but somehow I've returned to you

for my ex, on her birthday*

I have rarely written of it;
I barely think of it.

Now, ten years separate us.

But your heart can not skip
lightly away from thirty years.

When I do remember it punches
me hard in the solar plexus,
like the scenes from that
long ago and far away war.

It took the wind out of my sails;
a chunk out of my life;
more than a little piece of my heart...

so many cliches and all so true.

We have moved on,
as another cliche goes.

It is not the wife I miss,
but the very human person
and the life we made together.

Thirty years does not make
a life sentence, but a long one.

What you think will be
and what becomes,
conjoin and diverge.

Love is like the daily weather;
it arrives and then it departs.

Some storms cannot be survived,
but nothing is really ever lost.

   ~mce

is it selfish to hope that my son
turns out more like me
to hope he cares more about things
like the lunar eclipse or the lifetime of a tree over the next level on a video game?

to see the world through a wider set of eyes
and to know there is much more to life than the day to day routines
that nature matters
and so does recycling and knowledge of plants

reading should still be done out of books
and learning to write in cursive still matters
I hope he sees the beauty in the stars
and how small but important we are in the vast universe we get to be apart of
how what we do here on earth
effects our solar system

when he gets older I hope he realizes
other people's feelings around him
how the things he says and does truly effect someone else
I hope he cares about his health
that he dosent smoke and dosent drink too much
is conciencious of his eating choices
and goes for an apple over chips
I hope he sees he only has one life
and that he sets out to make the most of it

I hope he is never too ******* himself
because he realizes no one is perfect
and that he takes the time to
take care of himself
I hope he wants to live in this world over the makeshift realities brainwashing todays Youth through TV and games
I hope he questions who he is
and who he wants to be even in the good times not just the bad

I hope when the next lunar eclipse comes around
he will want to watch it with his Mom
because he knows how much she adores both the moon and her son