the smell of pines surrounds me
while I snap a picture of the winding road
ahead lies the unknown
but together
we will venture on
awaiting
inviting
what is to come

j.h.

I stand alone
on this bridge
as it begins to crumble
beneath my stance
and I tremble
as my ground drops
out from under me
and I'm left alone
without a bridge
to help me get home

j.h.

I'm escaping this world
one step at a time
but all I need first
is a partner in crime

j.h.

I could describe your image
the curves of your body
as if you were standing before me

I could describe the smell
of every t-shirt you own
as if it were labeled with the scents name

I could describe the taste
of your lips when we collide  
as if they were a dream I never forgot

I could describe you
as so many things
but my favorite is
the fact that you're mine

j.h.

the rain is cold
as it falls upon my skin
but I don't mind
because I'm with you

I really hate heights
being high up is beautiful
but falling is horrific, and yet I'll ride the ride
because I'm with you

Swimming isn't my thing
insecurity always wins
but I'll get in the pool
because I'm with you

you make me feel warm, from the inside out
you make me feel safe
you make me feel confident
and these are a few reason why
I need you in my life

j.h.

late night phone calls
soft whispers here and there
but do you really understand
how much I honestly care?

if I had it my way
we would be back together
hand in hand

but to you
I'm just a late night call
a soft whisper to share
nothing to be proud of
and it will never be my way

j.h.

I've spent a lot of time
wondering
if I've met you

and if I have
was it for long
or was it only a glimpse

have we touched?
have we kissed?

I've spent lots of time
thinking about you
yet I'm pretty sure you don't know
that I exist

but sometime
soon I hope
our paths will cross
because love
is inevitable

j.h.

the scar on your back
just below your shoulder
tells a story
about a time when you were
maybe much bolder
I lay a kiss upon the scar
so pain won't seep in
even though it's not ajar

the scar on your wrist
just above your tattoo
tells a story
of something rough you went through
but I love this permanent mark  
as it seems far from vast
so once again
I kiss them
a kiss that I know will last

the scar on your ankle
tells a story from not long ago
one that's quite funny
but you hate to show
and so I kiss the scar
reminding you that
imperfections are what make you perfect
they are what make you who you are

j.h.

it is in this shower
in which I think the most

it is in this shower
in which I realize my choice

it is in this shower
in which the right words come to me

and it is in this shower
in which I am finally free

j.h.

I used to be so aquatinted  
to sleeping alone
but then you came into my life
and you felt like home

Every morning I would wake
with you by my side
and I never once thought I would lose you
but I did
in the blink of an eye

so now here I am
back in my bed
without anyone to hold
without anyone for me to rest my head

here I am sleeping alone
in a place that will never feel like home

j.h.

the stars tell stories
about everyone's past
and everyone's future

but only a few
can translate the stars
and tell those who wish
what lies in the past
or what lies beyond

j.h.

last time I checked you loved me too
last time I checked you had nothing to do
and last time I checked you said you would wait for me
but here I am checking
and I'm alone and freezing

j.h.

Earth seems quiet from way up here
beautiful
peaceful
Earth seems calm from this view
almost like it's empty of evil
empty of darkness
and yet
even from here
I know it is not
I can never forget
all the secrets
Earth holds

j.h.

waking up to you
is like living in a dream,
you have no control what-so-ever,
you are aware of the fact
that it is not realistic

waking up to you
is like falling
face first into
oblivion below

waking up to you
is like a cold morning
when the sheets have been stripped
away from you
and you're left alone

waking up to you
is wrong

waking up to you
is lonely
and that's why
i must go

j.h.

The red brick house
that sits at the end of Carnegie Court
is where I grew tall
with markings in the door way
and my secrets written on my closet wall
or thats where they used to be
before they were hidden by a layer of fresh paint
and we moved away from the Bradford  pear
that sat outside my window
that I climbed everyday

Plano is where my Grandparents live
in a house that smells of coffee beans
and sewing machines
old books lined up on the wall
with pictures my Grandpa took of brilliant waterfalls  
an older piano where I first learned to play
and a fire place that we use to light together on Christmas Day

Colorado holds many memories
from the many summers I’ve spent with my family
pulling our camper from one park to the next
seeing all the beauty the world has hidden
beneath foliage and the crystal waters
in the rock and the caverns
behind falls and between the trees
lies God’s beauty of more than just birds and bees
the flowers and the fruits
and the smell of fresh pine always reminds me
the reason we revisit from time to time

The photos that climb my stairs
are from memories that will never need repairs
the good and the bad have all shaped me in some way
and I am who I am needless to say

So I sit in my room
looking past my poster covered walls
remembering the times
that were worthy of this black ink
listening to my music
and writing in sync
knowing that now
still so much awaits me
and the world is still out there
ready to embrace me