if you were to get a taste of your life
just a single sip-
what would it taste like?
golden rays of sun
or a bitter, cloudy day?
would it warm you from the inside
or send a chill down to your toes?
would the taste be full of love
or hate even itself?
when you got that single sip,
would you be satisfied?

Let your
tears fill up
the sky
Let them live with
the stars in
the beholder's
eye, they'll go far
and wide and deep
into your lies
and sew them up
tight and they'll be
a seam
to show that things
aren't what they
seem.

I pat my heart
And whisper,
"It's alright,
Tonight
He needs you more than I do."
It soars off
At the speed of light
And sound,
Because that's what
Love
Likes to do.

I stop
as my thoughts spill out
onto the ground.
My halfway thoughts
are nails to step on
while the whole thoughts slip
and slide to the sky-
thought clouds
sitting on fireworks of blue.
I am half-full of half thoughts
and half-empty of hot air
and broken Barbie dolls.
I am halfway to becoming
a bestselling book,
an Egyptian goddess.
I stop
at a fork in the road
and go straight forward,
or sideways,
or diagonally.
My half thoughts are half-bricks
not enough to be a wall,
but enough to be sandbags
on a hot air balloon-
also known as me, or myself,
or I.
Myself does not agree with Me
while Me endorses I
and I hates me and Myself both
for they are altogether
too self-centered.
I stop to collect my nails
at the side of a broken road,
though my hammers
are thought clouds,
my sideways, half-filled air balloon
is filled with bricks,
and Me, Myself, and I
are fighting to the death.
It’s a wonder
I’m still halfway there.

You're the sun to my shine,
I'm the yours to your mine.
I'll love you forever,
plus a day.
My love for you
will always outweigh
the mares of your night
and the needle in your hay.
When you're feeling bluer
than blue
or lost on your path
with no trace of a clue,
I'll help the sun in you
shine out and make the
world seem
new.
You're the see to my sight
and the day to my night
and the smile to my plight
and you love me just right,
and I'll  be here for you
from yellow 'til blue.
I
Love
You.

Holding back tears
is a full-time job
that you must never
think about.
For if you do
the thoughts will come,
and broken dreams
and lack of innocence-
One more drop
will break the dam,
the straw that broke
the camel's back.
Then once the clouds have gathered,
the rain will come
and the storm is raging
and you'll cry
about the mosquito you killed
on your way home from school-
and there will be nothing
left unsaid.
A storm
with no thunder,
a lighthouse
missing a light.
Unpredictable, dangerous
is what you will be.
So don't think about letting it out
when there's nobody to let you back in,
think about the sun instead.

The color living behind my eyes
changes from day to day
Sometimes it’s a bright, light blue
and sometimes it fades to grey
The color of my soul
is the sky inside my mind
And the sun rains and pours
as it opens closed doors
while the clouds stay and stray
and un-shine on the day
and they’re fighting an infinite war.
And I don’t
know what
they’re fighting
for.