White and
More white.
Rooftops disappear into the sky;
White upon white.
Looking around at everything
Being erased.
It is as if nature has lost its taste.

The squirrels and crows dance
As spring’s arrival casts away the snow.
I could waltz by any tree
And never know that a faint song
Sets my bird free.

Once, there was a fisherman
Who didn’t think he was good enough.
So when he finally caught a fish,
He worried too much and fumbled around
Until he accidentally dropped it
Back into the sea.

The fisherman felt ashamed
That he couldn’t catch his first fish,
So he decided to never go fishing again;
He was full of doubt and regret.

Don’t be like the fisherman;
There are plenty more fish in the sea.

My hands are so dry
So dry that granite can stain them
Dry like the grand canyons
Crevices that run deep
Dry from all the salty droplets that once fell upon them
For hours that lonely night
So dry that no life can stand within or upon them
Dead and lifeless
Emotions no longer flow
Left empty
Not even crying any longer

But you came to repair them
With every touch you replenished them
Filled them with life
Lathered them with the lotion
Nourished them with your love
Healed them with your care
You held my hand even after they no longer felt
Even after I had given up
All hope gone
Left dead
You brought me back up on my feet
Filled my canyons with your love
Your support
Your care
I couldn’t thank you more
Be anymore thankful to have you then
And now…
I live in your hands

Your hands are the only thing to me
Your hands are what brought meaning back in my life
And I am still here because
You still hold my hand

Slowly, I slipped it in.
The letter fell softly to the bottom of the letter box;
This is my only chance
To break these cursed locks.
So that maybe one day I can get her glance.

Lust within the chest,
The heart is replaced.
Sickening to be self aware,
But worse to act the trend.

Oh! What a sad reality of age
To see ourselves want it all
Our deepest desires;
Putrid infections of evil.

Acknowledgment serves well.
Fear does not, nor does hate.
For all that is left human of you;
Do not give in and die a waste!

Free yourselves and become stronger,
Gain what you need and restore,
Aid those who mock this warning.

O, the struggles of the young 'adult'
Trying to fit in,
Yet somehow the 'social' cult
Takes away the souls that are pure
And curses them
Till they no longer endure.