Yesterday I sat on your porch,
and drew pink chalk hearts around
your doormat.  You asked me if I
wanted sweet tea and I said yes,
though all I really wanted was your
lips against my ear.  Whispering how
much you missed the smell of
my perfume on your pillow.

And sometimes I take snapshot of my
face when I cry. I mail them to you
in a grey envelope and on the back of every
one I write down confessions about
what animals I'd run over in the
road that day, and how they all made
the same loud thump under my wheels,
no matter how hard I pushed on the gas
pedal, or how much I turned up the stereo.

Occasionally you bring the pictures
back to me, telling me everything you
know about radio waves, road ****, and how
they relate to the tread on my tires.  You tell
me things I won't ever need to know, but
will never be able to forget no matter
how many times I try to burn the memories
of you from my frontal lobe.

I guess that's another reason why I love you.
Because no one's ever told me how
they make the colors in my favorite
fourth of July fireworks.

You stick to my thoughts like an adhesive.
Ever wandering the canvas of my mind.

You travel at the speed of light,
through the nonexistent confines of oblivion.

Foreverness...
Without time, space or action.

The deeper I go,
to hide,
to get lost,
to be alone.

To think a thunking thought!

The closer you seem to be.
The tighter you cling to my chest.
Warming my heart and crushing my lungs.

You squeeze the words from my mouth,
without ever touching me.

The sun looses all essence of light and life when compared to you.

Like an ember among the black atoms of nothingness.

And if you were stripped of all that you are...
I could,
and would,
love you for this alone.

Yet oh how I hate you for it.

I try to sympathize
with all my friends.
When they need help
I try to meet those ends,
but I forgot about myself
until now.

If you want me,
come and find me.
I'll be at the beach with my bare feet,
sippin' my favorite brew
with a smile aching on
my cheeks.

My favorite color
Is your smile

Every one has problems in their lives:
The broken family; the high school bullies;
the twisted neuron in the brain.
We all have things that happen to us;
maybe you dropped your keys as you walked out of the door, or your mom called to tell you she wasn't visiting this weekend..
No matter what it is;
life will bring you down.
Repeatedly.
It doesn't wait for you;
It doesn't say "oh, they're having a bad day, better be nice."
No.
If anything, it comes at you harder than before.
Who are all these lonely people?
You don't know their stories,
you don't know what they face when they get home.
But imagine they are exactly like you.
Hey, it's okay to go home feeling awful
and take twenty minutes to sit in the shower;
just lie down there for awhile and cry your eyes out.
No ones judging you there, you can be weak for awhile.
But after that...
                               Just let it go.
There is no reason to hold onto things that break you. It doesn't change anything anyway.
All you can do us wake up the next morning and decide to be happy; to disregard the negativity and be positive.
You are your own light, no one else can be it for you.
It's okay to be weak; but it is not okay to give in and let the bad things control your life.
You may be hurting, but I guarantee you will feel a lot better if you just
                                     *let it go.

Salty air kisses my face in the darkness of the night
only the distant flashes of light
make the waves glow, the illumination of a calm moon nowhere in sight
the early autumn air rushes across my exposed skin
the lapping of the waves, mesmerizing pulls me in
warmth of a running engine purring under my feet
the cold metal roof becomes my seat
the black backdrop of the sky my ceiling
chilled hands feeling the light raindrops running over my palms
peaceful, unnervingly calm
as the storm rages on
every bolt of lightning unique and spontaneous
struggling to find something in my life that pertains to this
humbling feeling of isolation and solitude
i'd love to say i thought of you
as the low thunder rumbled seeming to run across the sea
to these very feet
but i'd be a liar and you'd feel significant
we were simply flashes of lightning, nothing different
blazing a night sky with our spectacular glow and intensity
flashes of memories
never striking in sync or together
i never understood the weather better
then how well i feel it at this moment
i was lightning in a bottle, you were never meant to hold it....

Over staffed and under fed
Spanish waiters
rush around with
waistcoats of wisdom
wearing black shoes
of sordid shift-work soles.

They greet and speak to every new
tourist, and regular, as if a
brother, sister, mother, second-cousin-twice-removed
stepmother, yet really they are:

the ephemeral fodder of the
cheap, low-cost-airline,

the flash and it’s gone spine of most cities
on the map,

the ‘Sorry, I left it in a Barcelona Café, could I get it back on insurance?’
baseball cap, that most sightseer marionettes wear, back to front,

the standing in line, waiting to complain,
tourists that know nothing of decorum.

So the Spanish waiter served me my coffee
and whispered in my ear,
‘Disfrutar de su día senor’,
that was,
'Enjoy your day Sir’.

Do you dare?
For I see you have stopped to stare.
Do you dare, for one screams in protest,
Mind you, you are no less,
A culprit I must say.
For can you not see a soul in dismay?
Eyes, tearful, look upon you for desperate help,
Does your soul not melt?
To see innocence being shattered,
Her soul is lost; she may die,
Where does your humanity lie?
Hearts disfigured, can she any longer feel?
Numbness around, she rewinds the reel,
Of events which has scared
Her existence reasonably left to discard.
For you didn’t dare,
You only stopped to stare.

Run.
Don't stop.
That feeling you get is called adrenaline.
What a rush.

Ignore that aching feeling in your chest,
Eventually,
It will go numb.
Just run.

Feeling energized yet?
Good. It's working.
That's the endorphins kicking in.
Ever heard the phrase 'natural high'?
Well guess what,
You've got it.

Happiness floods.
You've never felt better.
God, who knew drugs had an alternative?
And all you have to do is run.