i keep stumbling over my heart
i find it wrapped up in my bed sheets-
begging to stay asleep
so it can keep on dreaming.
i find it in the doorway
after a late night bath,
let's do the math
one bubble
two bubbles
a tub full of bubbles should make it happy.

it lays all over the place,
begging for more.
my heart,
it lays in the middle of the kitchen floor
like it's waiting to be quenched-
one cup
two cup
three cups and it shows me the door
and says there's a whole world out there waiting-
waiting for more.

my bed lays a vessel,
a machine -
quirked with the finest devices,
blankets upon blankets like a lost sea
a place to check in with my thoughts
and check out with my daydreams
a place
to rest
and dream of what could be
a place
to wrap my heart around
the way things should be
my bed lays a vessel
a whimsy machine
checking out with my nightmares
checking in with my daydreams

a thousand words
still remain
between me
and who I want to be.
a thousand words,
a million different phrases-
color contrasts between
black and white.
extremes written
between "A" and "Z",
sometimes
too big for words.
unwritten,
are the words between who I am
and who I want to be-
the moments that are yet to be awakened.
but
despite the random design of
misplaced thoughts
and dissallusioned fears,
it's between those pages
it happens,
the moment right before
you begin your sentence with a capital
and finish with an exclamation point,
the excitement of thosemoments,
say the the most to me-
the spoke without speaking
the feel without feeling
all of this has got me believing
that all of my dreams are worth dreaming
if I believe in me.

to hell with stereotypes,
I mean,
the phrase
"a rock stuck in a hard place"
never scared me-
until I became
the rock
s t u c k
in the
hard place.

You said your vows
It was your day of peace
Now nothing can compare
to your disparity and grief
The angels called upon him
to carry him home
They knew he'd be better-
in heaven he roams.
He always believed
in the gift of second chances
Now he looks down
from heaven he glances
He'll work hard to create miracles
for you and your sons
He'll bless you
and guide you
Until your time has come-
But one things for sure
that comes with his passing
He'll prepare your place next to him
and wait to be reunited in love everlasting.

replaying
old phone conversations
hoping that something
in the tone of your voice
would change.
it's been six years
a fist full of heartbreak-
and it still remains the same.
grasping onto hope
in order to cope
while life around me slips away
sticks and stones will always break these bones
but this life I live is for me....

shine brightly,
radiate through me-
punch holes through layers of darkness
like stars to a night sky.
surround me with your beauty
the invisible kind-
no wrinkled paper,
no need for time machines-
a glow so wonderful
you already understand what it means...
LOVE.