The little times when my hands won't write
that's when my hands are heaviest
and my mind can't pull itself up
to write what binds it

September
September
this serious month
when the trees shed their summer skin
and the light begins to die away
September, September,
it eats on you
till there's nothing left
but autumn bones

People say, care less
And you will never be disappointed 
Lower your expectations
And you will never be dismayed
But I say,
If there is one thing in life 
That shouldn't be half-assed,
It's caring
Maybe it will hurt
Maybe it will scar
Or maybe, just maybe 
It will set you free

Starry nights and grey clouds
Warm blankets on the ground
I lie here,
The wind dusting over my soft face,
Hearing the Earth's heartbeat,
As I close my eyes,
And drift to Mother Nature's paradise.
But still this emptiness
Twists inside my stomach.
It reaches down all the way to my toes.
This beauty, wonderful beauty,
Is too gracious to share all alone.
I slightly grin
And lightly touch the grass on the tips of my fingers,
How I wish to share this beauty.
We could hear her heart rate pace like bongos,
*** pumpum, *** pumpum, *** pumpum,
A gentle and muted sound.
How the wind sings and dances around us,
who even gets the leaves to dance.
The flowers hold hands and wait
for the moon to rise, before they drift to sleep.
Starry nights and grey clouds
Warm blankets on the ground.
I lie here,
How I wish to share this beauty.

Comfort is your worst enemy
Don’t fall in love with security
Fall in love with the realization that nothing is forever
and as a result we must love in each individual moment
fall in love with each moment that hallows your existence
with each touch that awakens your senses
with each articulation that questions your existence
with every moment that makes you come alive
for God’s sake love with every fiber of your being
not because it offers you a sense of comfort
but because it simply offers you a moment in this brief reality
to feel.