Plentiful
It is but only Fool’s Gold.

I’m not really sure how to write this
For the pen quivers in my hand
I stumble and forget my lines.
It’s like getting a pearl out of a clam.


I have lived a little more than a decade and a half
Yet, I’ve seen you grow up as someone new.
With your confident stride, you have walked
Straight past me into the horizon of blue.


But that’s life for ya’
Friends do come and go.
Yet my feelings will remain the same;
You were the sister I once had long ago.

Whimsical were the flowers
                              Their long eye lashes curling up in the wind.
                                         With every delight, they played
                                                       Their music
                                              Their listeners, the Earth
                                     They
                                               kept
                                                       On
                                                                Playing
                                 Until the moon told them it was night time
                                                        And they faded.

Do you know what Death smells like?

   Very similar to Life, if I may say so.

      You really can’t tell a difference

        There are so many of us who walk around

           Living in these ‘casts’

             Can you smell them?

                I can’t.



                                                                       I wonder how long it will take

                                                 For us all to stop determining what is alive

                                                                               And what isn’t.

                                                      There are different degrees of death

                                                   Some are just a little less gruesome.

I remember my first love
And its wild, adventurous personality.
Where the freckles scattered on his face
Symbolized the stars he had named after me.

I remember my first night alone.
And the isolation that seeped through the walls.
Where the phone never rung
And he never returned my calls.

I remember my first love.
And how he triumphantly did return.
Where life was blissful and sweet
And he promised to never spurn.

I remember my second night alone.
And the isolation only continued to increase.
Where my tears would cascade down to the floor.
And my heart was no longer in one piece.

I remember my second love.
And how he was everything and more.
What happened to my first love?
Well, let’s just say I dumped him to the floor.

With Lilies as lips
And Heather's as eyes
She floats above the rest of us
In a frosted dream.

Her fingers dance
And her toes wiggle
Her laugh caresses the grass
The wind joins along.

Strawberries swing from trees
And cupids play games
In light sleep
Diamonds slip off her wrist.

She yawns bubbles
And breaths life.
For there isn't anything
She would want more.

The smell of freshly bloomed flowers sifts through the air
And I can't help but to see it drift cautiously through my home.
I follow it with my blind eyes
And reach for it with the tips of my fingers.

I can't see where it has gone.
But I can feel it's presence
Soaked into the very fabrics of my life.
It calls out soothingly.