I agree
A little wooden bridge over a creek in the woods
Is a perfect place
To ask me on a date

Your words flowed like the river
With little ripples at times, like it
Your eyes held strong like the trees
And your intentions were as good as nature’s, on living things

Oh it was a cold day
But you made me feel so warm

What is a lonely cricket's life even worth
if no one hears it chirp?
Are we to determine it's worth,
Between it's time of death and birth?

A true adventurer as I ever did see,
A warrior who leads,
A lone survivor I admire
One of grass and trees

The cricket never lost or stopping to wonder
One step after another,
His compass: his heart,
The path is his brother

Takes the world as is for what it sees
The small ground it defeats
in it's tiny, naked life
But only tiny to me

Even when no ear to vindicate the sound
Musical leaps and bounds
A song in every step
A composer unowned

A melody just to entertain the sky
A beautiful chirping cry,
Even when no one's to listen
Even when no one's nearby

If all of nature should be so mean
And swallow itself up
To disappear into dreams and far off wishes
I would first grab a hold of its hand
And tell it to not forget me
Because I will not forget it

I would search for it at the seams of the earth
And the cracks in the sidewalks
The holes of volcanoes
And stuffed in the clouds
And my life would exist for all eternity
Until I found nature and could rest in peace with it

My body could be rotting underground but I would be searching
And I would not be at peace until then

My childhood friends were the butterflies
And the dandelions
The picnic tables
The trees that held swings
The puddles
And the animal-shaped clouds

Not people

Bye, bye
Negative eye
Of mine
I wave you away in the boat that you lay to never come back
Never betray
My days
Sail astray

I’m a cauldron of ardor and incertitude
A flourishing garden before me
Flowers admired, but not for the touching
I clutch at every word
Incoherent incantations fell accordingly
And bled down my window like tar
As time decelerated, and coalesced in my elixir
If all people held auras like yours
I’d have my cure
But due to lack of the latter,
You are the last essential ingredient
And the only one that matters

I have lost all sense of my hands
Everything they touch is unfelt
And unkind
The contortionist of my mind
It is like the sun on closed eyelids
A fear of what you feel instead of see
A fear of the hairy arachnid
Behind the tree
A fear of me

Why is the abstract mind an afterthought
Sometimes I fight to see what’s behind physical existence,
What is there, inside,
To see inside, behind the eye,
Behind the mind
Bellowing out
Unfound, untied
Unbound to those who try


What about: I am; therefor I think?
Though a thought can be a hinderance
It can also be a seed
A garden unweeded
That wields, and grows, and feeds.

Clenched fork
I see the horror scene but before it was just my bedroom door
Just a block of wood and handle
Just a frame of come and go
And now it slows and slumps
In an echo
A world I didn’t know before I knew
- Then you spoke, -then I knew
And the door became skewed
Like the thoughts that used to comfort, that I felt and I coddled and I clenched
Like my fork
But now I clench with a sore throat
And a dimming hue
A feeling I never knew until I knew

My friends, the fence posts
Are keeping the trees
Away from my view
And I look through the cracks and see only their branches
Please step aside for a moment, fence posts,
The trees are beautiful too

I love loving you,
And lick kisses that glue giggles and memory moments to the palm of my hand,
Where I hold your leash
On long walks on the beach.
But my mind of wishing wells and wishful thinking,
It ponders the day that we part,
And my eyes and my heart sink,
The thought of the shortness of your life,
And the longness of mine,
And I ask the world, “why?”
But I think more.
And the world answers.
One day I will lose you,
I will go to put on my shoes
And no excitable, fluffy leaping pup
Will wait for her coat and her rope
To tag along, and sing songs
In her mom’s car,
And bark at the bustling city walkers
On windy sidewalks.
One day,
I will go to lay my head on my pillow,
And no wiggly warm lump will plop in the
Crevice of my bent legs,
Dreaming dreams of treat begging,
And taking walks at sunset.
Yes, one day I will lose you
But I will bravely hold that burden,
If it means,
That you’ll never lose me.
Until the day you must go,
I’ll spoil you in every way,
And love you endlessly,
And protect your tiny, padded feet
From hot pavements and salty streets
And keep your smiles and tail wags
In tip top shape.
Until the day you must go,
I’ll cherish the minutes and seconds,
And the second thoughts of why-nots
When we take risks and cross bridges,
Together as doggy and mom.
I’ll strengthen the bond,
Until my hands tire,
The same hands that belly rub
And hold water for your panting tongue,
And grip your leash when we run.
You’ll never know the sadness
Of my leave,
Or grieve at my wooden box,
Or wonder if you’ve heard my last step in the hallway,
While you lay alone.
No,
That is my fate to bare,
And I will be there,
The day you must go,
And I will feel the stab of sad and the long-lasting sting of goodbye,
But I will bravely hold that burden
Til the day it comes true,
If it means that you’ll never have to.

It is not the length
Of a poem that matters
But what it contains

The fact of the matter,
That matters,
Is that you matter,
No matter what matters to others.
We’re sisters and brothers,
We’re all made of matter.
You don’t matter less,
No matter your dress.
And no matter our differences.
He or her,
Or they, for that matter,
You matter the same.
No matter your looks,
No matter the thinner or fatter,
And no matter your name,
You matter.

I have one hope for right now,
I have many, but those are for later
And I keep this hope with a ribbon tied around it
In a bow
Because it’s worth enough to be dressed up pretty
And delicate paper wrapped around it three times
Because it’s fragile, like hopes are
The way they break so soon and easily
But I have made sure to keep this one safe, and
Currently it is lying in extra protection;
Styrofoam and bubble-wrap
With the bow still around it
But I opened it today, and I set it close to the edge
And I nudged it daringly
And it wobbled like a see-saw so teasingly
But slowly came to a comfortable stop
And after that,
I knew I had this hope very well in my hands
And I know now, it’s not going to leave
Until it sprouts
From a hope to a reality

My heart pumping iron like a
Boilermaker
The steady hand; focused mind
Next move,
Weave through
Don’t swallow untruths
Reworking foundation like a
Millwright
Don’t let the past dismantled disarray
Frighten you away
The plans frayed
The gas breaks
I’m interlocking interrelations like a
Pipefitter
Piecing together chronicles
Of a story fabricated
Easily persuaded
Vulnerable and naked
If you’re awake,
Don’t make me wait,
Fated to the dark
Until my iron coagulates

Maybe contentment is a bird I set free that I’ll never get back
Maybe life is a plane that takes off and you just have to get on before it does
Or you take the train
It’s slower but you still get where you’re going eventually
And maybe you’ll see your contentment flying by your window
Wishing you were flying with it like you would have in the plane
If you had gotten on
And perhaps I’m one of those people who didn’t get on
And I’m taking the train watching that bird out my window

The stench of struggle smells nice to low standards,
But I lack those,
So I take it through the nose
While I wait for a lightbulb moment.
Because a block is a block is a block.
But what lies beneath the rock?

What do you do when the door is locked?
You get in another way.

But if you yell,
And you smash,
And you cry,
And you wail.
And you blame,
And you shame,
And you dread,
And you bail,
The other way doesn’t come.

When you stop,
And you listen,
And you breathe,
And you wait.
When you gather,
And you solve,
And you trust
In your fate,
That’s when the other way comes.

And sometimes through this stillness, through the wait,
The locked door clicks, unlocks and swings open,
And we realize we don’t want to walk through.
Because a door is a door is a door,
But what lies beyond the shore?

Talk to me like rosemary and oil,
Like the sour with the sweet,
The heat of the noodle stew,
The first sip of a red wine,
The juicy steak with thyme
And shiitake
Look at me with eyes as gravy
And talk to me like honey
That drips like melting ice,
Like fennel and onions,
And biscuits with peaches
Talk to me like umami risotto,
With leeks
Like viola lemonade
And cinnamon cherry pie
With lime
Sip me like your creamy earl grey
And talk to me like toast and egg,
Like bergamot marmalade
Talk to me this way

This all happened too abruptly.
Too quickly, (untameable)
This all happened too fast,
You’re gone (Unavailable)

I had a table runner
with intricate yellow thread
it reminded me of your favourite restaurant.
But my mouth brimmed with knowings
that didn’t go anywhere.
My tongue swelled
and felt like when rainfall dribbles down windows.
A chest of perplexing fact
but I will not utter a single thing.
A double blow to your hands,
each one dances with questions
unanswered and prancing along book spines and potted plants,
while you wait for my preordained leave

Grey clouds are humming me awake
And these dark walls are sweating and their drips create puddles
My crusted-over mind is on the floor beside me
It’s whispering things I’m too stubborn to hear
And all the birds’ songs are slowing down
Their nightmare-like voices are flowing through the screen
Of my open window

And sounds that once were angelic
Are horrid
And all pretty things are now bland

It’s funny because
I’m as patient as they come
But can’t wait for you

I want you and me to go so high that earth will seem a speck
I want to go so far with you that our feet will be none left
I want me and you to last so long that all will watch in envy
I want you to love me to the point its weight is heavy

Relinquished like the evaporated ground
of where a lake was once found.
All my misfortunes cease eruption;
The volcano: a piano you play
You lullaby me by day
You likely ask Father Time,
Your old friend,
Where I’ve been.
I’m sorry I’m late
Forces forcing my hands in dances
I never asked for,
You dissipate the scary faces
And the monsters under beds.
Yet I know,
Awaiting as patient as a broken loom
You perch with the birds,
But I’ll be there soon,
I’ll be there soon

What’s the point in pretending everything is not as it is
Because it only makes what is, left to be unfixed! and if ignored long enough
It will only get worse and be even more unfixable
So I’ll just stay with reality for now and try my best to fix what is
So that what is, is even more appealing than what isn’t

The wind travels through me, it sees my wishing well
The trees grasp the meaning of my broad imagination
The enormous land and seas are still, and always there
So they lovingly taught me the meaning of patience

What if no one ever sees in you
What I see in you?
What if people only see your incapabilities?
And find you inferior
And think you're not strong
Even though, inside, you are capable, superior
And stronger than anyone
Look at how you speak so surely that someone will see it
In you,
What I see in you
Look at how strong and sure you are

But what if all these blind, close-minded, selfish people on earth
Don’t see that

If I feed upon a glimmer,
Or leave a palpable feeling
of a future behind me
For another that is abstract and fleeting
Would I learn things about me
That I didn’t know I didn’t know?
Your pearlescent glow
Is a well full of wishes I made long ago
You bring me my pennies
And we sigh
Wondering if
Wondering why

So

I can only laugh now; haha!

How silly of me to fall

In love! In love?

Hah! I laugh again

Love; how cliché, and common

And predictable



– And– and a little... nice

And, warm

And...

Wonderful.

-


...What was I laughing at again?

I’ve wondered always,
If I follow life, or if
My life follows me

Plaid thoughts.
Criss-crossing, over-lapping.
I’m stuck, what should I do?
Stuck in my plaid thoughts…

As I regret the passing year,
Foreign warnings call,
A toll I thought I’d never hear,
A bell molests my ears
Why must I fear the sound,
I had all year to makeready
I had the ammunition in my grasp
I had all year to get steady
I had the motivation of my past
Your idiosyncrasies, to my disbelief
Were widely unknown to my reverie
Foolishly dislodged from my instincts
The irreconcilable ways in which we think

The irreconcilable ways
In which you used to think,
Foolishly dislodged from your instincts
Now widely unknown to your reverie
My idiosyncrasies are your beliefs
You take the motivation of your past
And learn to make my trembles steady
You have the ammunition in your grasp
Now use your motive to makeready
We don’t fear the sound
The bell rings for our ears
A toll we couldn’t wait to hear
Foreign sounds will call
As you and I rewrite the year

My magick incantation
Is unfaded and unshaded.
When the earth knows deterioration
I feel a responsibility, a reaction,
A habit forming,
A sorcery alluring.
I feel a voice, concerning, calling.
I’ll conjure my knowledge,
Nestled safely on broomstick,
And take hitch,
Pitch my best, paint the peeling patches,
Seek solutions to problems,
And pour the answers in the cauldron.
The ways to heal the earth are finding me.
My voice reverberates
Through spoken spells.
I can yell!
I can tell the stories,
While my sisters lived mute.
And knew the inside of a casket too early,
Too often misunderstood.
Punished for what they cast.
And simply because of
The timing of my birth,
I’m worth more than my kin,
Of years before.
I won’t be hung for writing this,
I won’t have to prepare my lips
For death’s kiss,
Even if I was a witch.

Vineyard of vermilion.
A bind holding hands in entranced sky,
While the bird lays beneath,
And the pig flies.

The labyrinthine stone,
The intricate, desired key.
We mourn the ****** flesh
Between crooked teeth.

I’m cold in my blanket.
The diamond pen writing ugly names,
While we encourage
The very same.

We pick-pocket the honey of bees,
And sinking eyes notice more
Than the spyglass.
We ask the wrong questions.
Fire knows a place beneath my skin,
My heart of fertile earth,
Unscathed by the cult or the creed.

Vigour of the bully,
The scar of the fossilized abuse,
While bodies dangle
Of the mangled noose.

Graveyard pursuit;
We dig the bones of yesteryear,
But we don’t clean off the dirt,
Or wipe the tear.

Beyond the known sky,
Truth lives in a lonely house.
When the lunch bell rings,
The lion is food for the mouse.

We pick-pocket the honey of bees,
Unscathed by the cult or the creed.

My heart of a whittler’s hesitant interest
A ficus among all the shiny canoes
A journey unknown, both wandering and lost
Its song bellows out for not one ear to witness

Perhaps, unsure of them who walk on two feet
It’s thump resonates with the owl and the hare
It’s chorus harmonizing with melodious gust
The wind knows it well, matching rhythm and beat

My aura, uncoloured, holds true an inquiry
Am I fated to flee from grasps of eminence?
Fated to avoid the stained foot steps ahead
And follow the will-o’-the-wisps inside me?

My heart of an artists blank canvas prevails
Unscathed and untampered at what cost
Questions of when will it learn to play rough
My human carcass held anchored as my essence sets sail

Wood upon wood,
I build the wall a door.
The wall that stood tall between foe,
And now stands,
As proof that held hands
Can come without gloves
And wounds.

Cheek upon cheek,
I spread the water leaked
Of eyes once grown sore and red,
To water the bountiful garden,
That community gathered,
To sow and spread
In unsalted field.

We may still have foe.
There are those
Who comb the horse’s mane,
And those who steal the tail.

But upon your knock at our door,
We don’t paint the mask of your past
Across your face.
We embrace tomorrow’s peace.

Why do we fight
Over cocoa and ivory?
Our birth is not a contract
To pick a side.
Yet we still ***** a divide.

Light upon dark.
As mountains crumble,
As mountains grow,
We can change as friends, from foe.

You are beautiful,
All of your outside and in,
All of your being.

Trust me on this one,
Even in your worst of days,
Beauty I’m seeing.

“I’m really happy you’re in my life,
I wouldn’t have it any other way”.
Neither would I. If you weren’t in my life
All things in sight would be grey
“You just make me so happy
All the time”, and I am too
If it weren’t so contagious
Everything would be blue
“It just feels natural doesn’t it”
Yes, there is nothing good we lack
If I were to not see you again
All things in my life would turn black

Oh, I feel quite ill,
But you do nothing for it.
And you are the cause.

Oh, you’re disgusting,
Plainly inconsiderate,
With too many flaws.

I pick you apart
To find flaws that I don’t like
Because I love you

You don’t feel the same
And I need a reason to
Feel the same as you

Don’t pause
We’re doing fine on play
We could even fast forward a little
But don’t pause
And definitely don’t stop
Don’t even think about rewinding
It would just cause bad memories

Your once opalite mind,
Like charcoal
Like abrasive sod
Vitriolic tendencies
But alas,
You’ve sent them down sea
Burning the barque,
Where the body of your old ways lay
As you watch the ashes of the past
Incinerate and orchestrate into soot
A gaseous state of night terrors,
A smoky, mocking, voluminous cloud
That’s laughing at your errors,
Wrongdoings you’ve bared
The incandescence of your deeds
Bleeds for both of us
The deceit now loud,
A banging drum,
A thump against your head unbowed
You don’t cower, now
Standing ground, brows frowned,
Tenacity potent, firm stance, hands focused
Searing stare of green eyes,
Your stentorian war cry
A changing fate dancing nearby
Hyper-focused on the prize
With your battle axe in hand
Eqquiped for the skirmish
Ready for the ride
And me
Fighting at your side

Your hypocritical mind is un-ignorable
I’m below it holding light towards it
I don’t want it growing or rainbow-ing out of your body
Find it please, its making me cringe
Be rid of it

Don’t look down on others
Or bellow their flaws
Laughing at them won’t reattach your lost pride
Doing as they did to you will not conquer

Fight your ever oozing, flowing, growing sickening **** of forgets
Remember things you say
Don’t mock or pout at others who say the same things
Think of how you shouldn’t do as inferiors do
But do not highlight your superior-ism
Not that you even are
And you’re blind of the fact you’re conceited
You would only deny it if told

Your immaturity is spiking up through my back
And cutting me—slicing me open
But I don’t want the blood to drip in your eyes
I don’t want you to realize through the liquid of mine
But realize through somebody else
I can’t break it to you
The ice you’ve frozen is too thick for me to melt
And you need to crack it yourself

Pour me a glass of your antidote
Give me a bottle of here’s-a-new-start
Inject me with ease and feel-good’s
Be the answer to my tick-tocking heart

You keep me awake in my trying-to-nap
My trying-to-nap thinks of your touch
It’s thinking of you, and I’m still awake
My trying-to-nap is a nap-not-so-much

There are certain things that I do certain ways
And you mess them all up and then laugh in my face
But I don’t get mad; I adapt to the change
I won’t be stopped by your little kid games

I have a hollow part of me,
That is chartered for use,
Named
Owned
Signed and sold

It’s molded for only one kind
No other hands can hold
No other ears can hear what’s told
No other’s love can find
No other’s soul can wholly bind

Always, it has been you, it’s always been you
Been you, always, it’s been you always
Craved, have I always, have I always craved for you,
Denied it always, always will I deny it
Eager for you, I’ve always been so eager,
Forever I’ll love you, love you always and forever
Going to love you, always will I, always going to
Has been you from the first, from the first it has been
It’s always on my mind, on my mind it always is
Just barely believing, barely any belief
Kidding about it, joking about the truth
Loving you is automatic, it’s automatic loving you
My heart is getting sick, my heart will always be sick
No love is portraying from you, portraying from you
Open are my arms, my arms are wide open
Please move, please react, move in some way
Quiet, too quiet; tell me words I need to hear
Reacting too slowly, react, do something
Saving all my words, my words are being saved
Talking to myself, telling myself, reassuring
Unable to breathe, breathing is impossible
Vanished all hope, my hope has been vanished
Wishing so hard, I’m wishing for you
Xoxo, Sincerely
Yours truely,
Zealous and waiting