you were every color
of every rainbow
you turned into every star in my sky
you were the sun
i danced around
and i was the moon
to your earth
gravity couldn’t hold me down
or keep me away from you

What's with Valentine's Day,
I'm not with you anyway,
What's with the flowers and chocolates?
What's with the red shirts on dates?

I've been crying here for years,
Now I'm drowning in my tears,
Because when the moon replaced the sun,
You left, you're gone.

Now I'm struggling every 14th of February,
It all began since you left me,
My colorful world turned blue,
The night you stopped saying, "I love you".

I don't care about Cupid's arrow,
Because what I had in love is sorrow,
Vows, promises, said not made,
Cuts me down like a blade.

What's with kissing doves?
If you don't know how to love?
What's with Valentine's Day?
I'm not with you anyway.

my soul is poetry.

the inner linings are the stanzas
strong and protecting against the white barrier of a page
or the inevitability of time

it flows like free verse
or runs like rhymes
never stopping, never starting, endless against the hourglass
which is my beating heart

the hollows of my chest are the words I never say out loud
but I spill out on paper like the confessions of a sinner
it is there they are finally allowed eternal rest
and are free from damnation

I am the twists and turns of a sonnet
a side stepped soliloquy
a dead end didactic

I am this
the words i write
the things i feel
the being i am

and i am poetry

write poetry to your soul
and use verbs like
love
and adjectives like
wonderful and precious
and enough.

may i grow
so tall and bright,
so free and wild,
so brave and vibrant
that when you see me
standing
you think i am
a sunflower.

see me
the way i
see myself
with the waves of the sea
in my hair
and their song in my swaying hips
see me
the way i
see myself
with flowers growing
in my soul
see me
the way i
am