Blue little veins
dance along wrists
and crowd hands like traffic on busy streets,
and I think about your voice
when you’ve just pooled into sleep
and I realize it’s a bit like
the flowing of blood that never stops.
“have I ever told you,” you’d whisper
before dipping your head into sleep like black paint
and I never did get to hear
what never did leave your lips
but still aches within me
like sizzling coal.
the streets are thread
I am trying to sew back together
with stop sings and green lights turning my fingers numb
because I can still feel the poison of your voice in my
blue little veins

and the light loved you in broken moments of eternity

I'm waiting for You
waiting to find You
waiting to love You

I'm longing to see You
to learn all about You
to spend my days with You

so while I wait
I'll pray for You and
love You unconditionally

I'm here My Love
waiting for You
to come and rescue Me

No drink or drug
could ever be enough
To make me forget
How much I loved.

you will have days where you will feel ugly and won't want to even leave the house. days like this are important because you will leave the house, and maybe in the process you'll learn that appearances aren't nearly as important as you think. one day you will grow old, and it will be okay.
2. some days you will lay in bed and cry for what seems like forever and that's okay as long as you get up after and appreciate the fact that you're happier then than you were ten minutes ago.
3. nobody is perfect and everybody fails at something so try not to be too ******* yourself when you do too because it really truly is not going to make you anything but sadder. try, sincerely, to be as happy as you can possibly be. i love you

i was hoping that if you kissed me enough
in places where i thought i was dead

flowers would grow

but i am not a garden
and my dear,
you are far from a dose of fresh water and sunlight

"eyes are the windows to the soul"
or so i've been told

for some reason you enjoy
staring into my eyes
and i always look away

because if eyes really are the windows to the soul
im terrified you'll discover
that my soul is full of pain and sorrow
my windows are shattered
and the glass shards might cut you badly

so i'd rather keep you wishing
than let you down

because when you stare into my eyes
you wont see vast blue skies
through unclouded glass
you'll see a thunderstorm
through a shattered window pane

CUP your hands to your ears and listen.
the energy flowing and the potential rising.
the waves crash and the seagulls fly.
from your toes to the top of your beautiful head, life's vibration rings.
your potential and all the power is in you my love, my friend.
listen to the silence.
the ripples in the stream.
the song the birds sing.
the song of you.


KT April 10, 2014