Oh, to be the tide!
Moved only by sun and moons delight,
to swell and fall by gravity's might.
Constant and predictable and yet,
a result of raw cosmic power.

truth is nothing is made to stay
clouds appear and ruin the sunniest of days
when you see all skies turn to gray
and nothing feels the same
remember.

through all history only one thing truly remained
the only true constant in this life is change.

sticks and stones may break bones
and words
they can break even the strongest of souls
my advice? be a duck.
show the world your delicate plumage
and
as water beads off the ducks back
so shall the opinions of those
who can only ever quack.

You admit you loved her
But not the way you love me
That I’m the only one
I fit into your picture perfect fantasy
But
If all that was true
Baby why does it feel
As though
I’m only loved by half of you?

I feel at home within a shadow clouds gloom
The ambiance matches my inner mood
Overcast days challenge the worlds rapid pace
And slows it down
So I feel less out of place

Broken pieces mirror empty bottles
My faith in you begins to wobble
Gasping for air
Drowning on sorrow
I fear the consequences come tomorrow
Weary heads lay to rest
You and me in separate beds
Visions dancing in my head
Fill my breaking heart with dread
You hold her, kiss her, pull her close
And leave me lonely
Fornent your ghost

at times I find myself buried
struggling under the weight of past mistakes
crushed by others past wrongs
tear soaked earth prompting
roots to grow
grounding me in humble bedrock

at times I find myself illuminated
blinded by flashing lights of hope
glowing underneath the suns loving warmth
leaves spreading and turning towards the light of hope

at times I find myself overwatered with praise
and at other times I find myself dehydrated of understanding

but despite it all I continue to bloom