I am the leftover sand, deposited in the tracks of a wave
The wave is so powerful, it has a course
A purpose
Billions of water molecules are on it's side
They're an army
Support
While they pave the road to their destination
I'm left behind.

I am the "good" eraser
Lost in the dark depths of your school bag
I don't matter.
You don't remember ever having me
But when you have something to erase
Suddenly you start digging in the pile of junk
Where I belong
I am never noticed
until
You decide to use me for your own benefit.

Maybe I'm the sidewalk beneath your feet
You never notice how dependent you are
upon me
But if I were to disappear
You'd be stuck.

Or more likely
I'm a single strand of hair on your head
Always there
But never thought of
For there are so many others to replace me
So when I finally shed
No longer with you
Everything carries on
as usual

Wake up to a sunrise...
Or rain

Have a cup of coffee...
Or tea

Share breakfast with a loved one...
Or alone

Go about your day
In all it’s wonderful...
Or terrible ways

Live your life
Love
Hate
Cry
Laugh
Be

Congratulations!
Without a single written word
You have just created a wonderful poem...

Or become one.

I saw the downfall
Of a leaf today --

A sad sight
To have seen
On a day so bright
And green.

There was no wind
No breeze to set the stage.

The little leaf
All red and brown,
Just let go
And fluttered down.

                               All alone it
                               Fell and lay.
                              All alone on
                              Its last day...

The door that someone opened
The door that someone closed
The chair on which someone sat down
The cat that someone petted
The fruit that someone bit into
The letter that someone read
The chair that someone tipped over
The door that someone opened
The road where someone is still running
The woods that someone crossed running
The river in which someone jumped
The hospital where someone died.

You write cause you’re lonely.
You don’t write cause you’re out,
At a party,
Or in bed
With a beautiful girl.

You don’t write during a candlelight dinner,
Or while you’re gazing at the stars.
You write when you’re sitting around,
Either determined or bored,
Or apathetic in the mire.
But you write, and you don’t stop
Cause it’s in you
And it wants to be let out.

I am not just another year older, I have become another year more alive.

I miss your smile.

I hate the things we said we were going to do that never got done.

I hate the way everyone knows a different side of you but I only know everything else.

I wish you were here and laughing at me being so crazy.

I miss the man you became.

Why did you have to go?

Why didn't it hurt me like it hurt everyone else?

Are you an angel watching from above?

Do you sit poised ready to hunt and taunt playing jokes and shooting things past me ?

Sometimes I swear your standing right next to me arms crossed unmistakable grin plastered on your smug face once more.

See, I do miss you every single day.

Bet you thought that's something I would never say.

You whispered
"I love you"
And I whispered
"Don't lie"

When I end up leaving
They deserve a goodbye,
A mile long essay of
All the who's what's and why's

But I just want to leave
The writing of a sigh;
I'm sorry Mom and Dad
For always telling lies

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?