chipping, chipping away are the corners of our lives
peeling off every day is the motion of the tides
biting and scratching and screeching is the sound of those in pain
my nails tell a story of earth, that’s it. simple and plain

Waiting, waiting, more and more waiting.
All I do is wait.
All this life is forming to is a list of things.
Things that make me wait.
Patience is key they said.
You'll be happy in the end they said.

Im still waiting.

Waiting for my crown,
my glory,
my fall
my failure.

All in good time.

sometimes my pain
is yelling at my family
not even remembering why
sometimes my anger
is crying in my room alone
being careful not to make a sound
sometimes my sadness
is standing in the rain
wishing it would wash me away
sometimes my depression
is lying in bed and wanting to get up
but not being able to lift the chains
sometimes my breath
is stolen from my lungs
feeling all of this at once
sometimes my mind
is numb and empty
feeling nothing at all
sometimes im just... there
not feeling anything
but not feeling nothing
and sometimes in those moments
i wish i was dead.

so so soon
well be together
staring at the stars and moon
and dreaming about forever

miscommunication
pent up tension
my sadness, your madness
and now I'm here
criss crossed on the concrete
so cold it stings
scraping my mistake off your precious stones

Moonlight.
Lights up the night.
Keeps you out of the dark.
It casts a defiant sheen over life.

She is his moonlight.
She lights up the night.
She keeps him out of the dark.... sometimes.
But she's defiant, and she wants everything that is not hers.

Sunshine.
Brilliant and stunningly bright.
Adds a sparkle to his life.
Keeps you out of the dark but also brings light.

I want to be his sunshine.
I want to add a sparkle to his life and his eyes.
I would keep it light,
Fun loving and free.
Just the way young kids should be.

The moon gets it light from the sun.
I am no longer her ghost.
She will be my ghost.
She will want what I have,
And what I love most.
I will not be her follower.
I'm going to take him far.
I will be my own star.
I will get him away from the world and bring him to the stars above.
I will bring him to me. And the universe will too.
I will be his sunshine....... Someday at least.

The sun does not need a moon.
The moon needs a sun.
I am no longer the moon.
My journey to the sun has begun.

monsoonal like heat
saps the strength
from my bones
one day into the new year
and i am weary beyond belief

sitting on the back step
a beer sweating itself
slippery in my hand
thinking sandwiches
and fruit salad
may well be our dinner
if i could be bothered
i don't think any one
is hungry anyway

the humidity creates
stickiness, so that flesh
melds together, i would
shower but it would
be my fourth today

and the beach is closed
due to a shark sighting
so i sit and ponder
as my beer warms
and the back
of my knees sweat
little puddles


thunder rumbles
and i hope that soon
a storm  will break
at least then we will
be able to sleep tonight

sheesh it is  hot.....