I've left the desert,
and the blazing heat
for the ocean,
with the salty breeze.
I love them both,
but if I must choose,
then I pick the ocean
because it's closer to you.
I can sit by the water,
and ponder my wonder
for the world I'm in,
while you're over yonder.
I can feel you close
by the salty blue water.
I see your force
in the tiniest sand dollars.
I love the sea
with the crystal blue color,
the freshness of life,
and little baby flounders.
I'll live here forever,
and gaze at the water,
listening to thunder,
as it puts me under.
I'll fall asleep to dreams
where you're in the water,
head above surface,
treading water.
I'll see you from shore,
hear your voice
with the thunder,
but I'm too afraid
of these blackened waters.
I'm afraid if I swim,
and follow the thunder,
you'll let me slip under,
and I'll be lost forever.
I'm not ready to go,
I can't navigate
black waters,
my soul is tied here,
so keep treading water.

Insecurities
burn her from inside.
I can see it in her shy timid eyes.
The way they dart and hide
masking confidence
with white little lies.

I feel loneliest on nights
when I'm laying next to you,
but you are a million miles away.
What do I do when it's 3am,
and I need you to hold me,
but you are fast asleep,
and I am as wide awake
as the moon.
Do I wake you?
Of course not.
I let you sleep,
undisturbed,
by my anxious thoughts.

Your eyes
scorch holes
into the depths
of my soul.
I'm staring into
the eyes of hell,
but,
on the surface,
I am cool,
calm,
and collected.
I refuse
to buckle
beneath
the heat
of your
fury.

Depression hits
like a tidal wave.
It comes without warning.
It leaves you drowning,
but you have to be brave,
because if you expect
to be saved,
your sadness
will be waived,
by those already drowning,
beneath their own wave.
There's nothing you can do,
but hold on,
and pray it fades by morning.

I have tired eyes,
with a sweet soul
under a black veil
disguise*.

She is an angel
with the devil inside her.
She has fire within her soul,
and if you
are lucky enough,
to see her dance
beneath the moonlight,
beware,
this is her home.
At this hour of midnight,
beneath the full moon,
she is at her strongest.
As if all the witches
that burned before her,
now stand behind her,
guiding her,
by leaving secrets,
hidden in the constellations,
and written in
the ancient
language of the stars.
She being,
the last of her kind
that can decipher
their meaning.
Watch her
as she dance's
in the moonlight,
and see her ancestors
dance beside her.
She'll spin,
and leave you tranced,
because she knows,
you cannot fight her beauty,
or the magic,
hidden inside her gyspy eyes.

I’ve been traveling for about a week now. It feels strange to be back on the road. Living out of a backpack and driving until I can no longer see the lines on the road. Pulling over and sleeping in some sketchy walmart parking lot in some random southern town a thousand miles from home. But I know this open road is leading me somewhere. I can feel it in my bones. I was meant to drive from coast to coast. To see the sunrise over new places. To spark my soul into remembrance — *you are still alive.

I am living
four hundred feet
below the sea
that is you.
I am wrapped
so lovingly
in your silky
black waters.
I am drowning,
but at least
it's because
of you.

Hold on,
and hope for the best,
tomorrow will come.

Lay beneath the willow
beside the waters edge,
and listen to her secrets
they are spoken in the wind.

Freedom hangs
like heaven
over the hearts
of arrogant men.
They have
forgotten freedom
always comes
at a price.

I often wonder,
if dying feels like,
falling asleep
in a field of daisies.
It must be similar,
with the soothing scent
of rain in summer,
with the way your head,
drifts away,
watching clouds
with all their wonder.
I imagine,
dying is peaceful,
effortless even,
as you take your last breath,
and fade into
the daisies forever.

The rain is falling,
and the skies are gray.
That's not how it was
when we woke up.
This morning,
the sun was shining,
and you were smiling.
Then the rain came,
and washed that smile
right off your face.
Now,
the clouds are here,
and where we stand,
remains unclear.
Now,
the sun is hiding,
and the rain is falling.
Your smile is gone,
and my eyes are crying,
and I can't tell
the difference
between my tears,
and the rain falling.
Maybe,
that's because they
are one in the same.

Fill your well
when love runs dry.

Fear her if she gazes toward you.
She will steal your heart,
and leave you
howling at the moon.

The moon rises
pulling tides,
laughing at
my hearts
sweet demise.

I can't fight
this retched night.
I'm praying,
beneath moonlight,
to give me light.
I'm losing my might,
on this cold dark night.

I am crying,
and I can feel
my soul dying.
I am drowning,
beneath the weight
of heartbreak.
I'm slipping away,
and I am not okay.

That's the thing
about girls.
We love
with hearts wide open,
and eyes half closed.

One day,
maybe,
I will get
to see you again.
If I could go
back in time,
I would go back
to that day,
so many years ago,
when we were just
children playing in
the wake of time.
Unaware,
that the fleeting
moments were oh,
so precious.
Now,
five years
have gone by.
I am here.
You are not.
Time,
it never was on our side.