I dream of the man who stood beneath the maple tree
A handsome man with a wicked grin
Who held my hand and kissed my knees
When I fell from atop the maple tree
Who made me an easel, but discouraged me from art
Who drove me to school before the sun was up
And called me a liar, a petty little ****

His shadow lingers beneath the maple tree

A lie. A con. A mask. A blotch .
A man lost to memories I wish not to dust
I wonder why I cannot forget
Why it still hurts to think of him
Knowing he was the worst kind of man

May the branches of your cherry tree
Blossom fruitful and ripen beneath a kind,
Soft sun.
May the sky remind you it's okay to cry
Even if there is gold upon the loom
And green in the field.
May your mind be full of skepticism
Never criticism.
May you remain pure and strive to
Avoid ignorance.
Bliss is achieved upon crossing troubled water
Aim to avoid the security of a bridge.
Ignore cold shoulders:
Bathe in the sun.
Remember wind pulls petals from the strongest flowers.
Weeping willows sway in the wind like waves.
May it swallow your spine
Permeate vertebrae
And pull you deeper into blue until lungs beg to brake.
Emma,
I will sleep beside you until the rain comes.

Fear in form of finger nails
Scratching a hollow back
Hoping to feel
Fragile ribs crack
And flood with blood or love or hate
Or anything worth writing down
On the journal of my arms you create
I should have recorded
Tattooed
The distorted
Words thrown like knifes
pelting like rain
Sipping from bottles
You swore you'd refrain
But it's 6 pm and everyone's doing it
So you should too I guess
Or continue to repress
The fact of us, easy and true
I always seem
To look just like
You.

The sky is red
The Earth is flat
Life is eternal
I am over you

eyes blinded by prejudice
heart numbed by hate
vile idiocy is born
a World where indifference is acceptable
and being different sparks controversy
people strive for mediocrity
always with second thoughts
but no ambition
waiting for the lights to be turned on
but never searching for the switch
We live in a world of serendipitous failure.

That familiar feeling
furious elation flows through your veins
with a hint of regret
and a touch of sadness
who am i to judge
who's anyone to care