Three years already?
Ha!
Where did all
that time go?
And why do I feel so
empty?

There is nothing wrong
with taking baby steps.
Whether you walked instead of ran,
wrote a few sentences instead of pages,
or woke up a few minutes later.
It is better to have attempted than
to not have attempted at all.
Baby steps are okay.

Some nights I
think about dragging
myself back to Hell,
and then I think
maybe it's best
to let go.

There are days where
I miss you so much that
these sunflowers wither and die.
Make your arms my garden and
your smile the sun that
brings them back to life.

I want to let go
of these feelings
I have held onto for far too long.
I want to let go
of these memories
like a child lets go of a balloon.

Your silence shrieks throughout me
like a banshee in distress.
It ***** the air from these lungs,
corrupting this heart and
leaving me a hollow shell.
You leave me in turmoil
as you move on to
your next victim.

I'm barely
for everyone.
Hell,
I'm barely
for myself.

The distant lights
in your eyes were a beacon
on nights long ago
I would’ve spent alone.

Soon you will be in my arms,
and I plan to wrap them
around you like a Christmas present.
I want to spend the oceans I crossed
to reach you to swim in your eyes
and get lost in your smile
as warm as a Vietnamese day.
Indeed, tomorrow will be
a beautiful day.

I see you differently now
I no longer need you
It took years to see who you really are
I no longer find myself identifying with you
I see now that you gave me the courage to break free
Break free from your beauty inside a black frame

All too often,
we lust for the
face of beauty
rather than fall in love
with the soul
of the being.

This mind is a bed of roses
of harrowing memories
that burn these petals.
A storm surrounds me
in this everlasting winter
and one-by-one,
these roses wither and die.  
I hope those that remain
will survive long enough
to see a sun that may never dawn.

I have laid in your
bed of sunflowers and
I have taken one home.
I keep it upon my bedside table
so that I will never forget you
and your warmth and joy you bring.
This is how I continue to adore you and
how you continue to
brighten my world.

You, a bee,
dashing from flower to flower,
leaving them in a field of smiles.
We wish you the sweetest pollen
and sunshine to guide you home.

I didn’t believe in fate
Until the universe
Threw me into
Your arms
I didn’t believe in souls
Until our souls
Became one
and the same
No, I didn’t believe in angels
not until I saw you smile;
a heavenly aura
Of beauty
And light

It is time to accept
that you are not coming back.
It is for the best-
I would not accept you.
What betrays me once
will surely betray me twice
and as many times
as it needs to.

It is time to accept
that you are not coming back.
It is for the best-
I would not accept you.
What betrays me once
will surely betray me twice
and as many times
as it needs to.

It is time to accept
that you are not coming back.
It is for the best-
I would not accept you.
What betrays me once
will surely betray me twice
and as many times
as it needs to.

You don't need
a 'better-half'.
what you need
is to make yourself
whole again.

they'll save your life-
they'll break your heart.
You don't know which
was better or worse.

It’s mostly silence and sorrow
between us now.
We’re not lovers anymore,
but we will always have this
miracle between us,
the kind that only angels know
when the heavens glance
upon her celestial face.

Waking up in Memphis
one last time and I
am sad to say goodbye.
She's driving me to the bus depot
thinking about how she'll spend
the rest of her day.
Meanwhile, I'm thinking of how I
can stay just a little bit longer.

I do try
not to be a bitter person;
bitter about the life I live,
the life I want to live,
and a life that slipped away.
I do my best not to write bitterly,
And it's true, I sometimes do.
I do my best not to be so bitter,
though I can and often am.
I wonder if it's in my DNA
or because of a life so grey
But **** it,
I do my best.

I could tell that
the drive home would
be a bitter one
Her purple lips
They plagued my mind
How could something
So sweet
Leave such a bitter taste?
Her scent
Still fills the car
So close
Yet so far away
So sweet
so bittersweet

Depression is a black cat
stalking you throughout the day,
quietly lurking in the shadows,
never knowing when it will strike.

There's a black cat
that follows me home
every night I feel her gaze
cut to the bone.
I walk in her shadow
I cannot escape
sometimes it's more
than I can take.
There's no use running,
she's always one step ahead
though some will say
it's all just in my head
Black cat, turn away
I'm growing tired
of this struggle
every day

There is a
black hole where
this heart once stood.
Even this power house
exhausts all of its love and spirit
over time
only to collapse
under the weight of
the world.

I’m not mad
and I'm not upset-
I’m just howling for the
first time in a long time
and as you can imagine,
there’s still a lot of 'you'
in my lungs.

Once again,
anxiety blooms
in this mind like
black roses.

How can you
blame others for
breaking your heart
when you don't
love yourself?

A new pen,
a new poem
a blank page.
There is something
charming about the emptiness-
a new start if you will.
All I ask is that
you help me
fill it in.

When our
shadows die,
do they bleed
light?

You were an angel
turned to demon
and then to stranger.
You have blessed me
and cursed me ever since
you walked away.

Your love is
like a sunflower
the way it blooms upon me
like a field throughout spring.

When you smile at me,
the sun inside me ignites
and the flowers of
my heart bloom.

You planted
a sunflower
and it bloomed your future.

Something tells me
that this withering sunflower
inside my chest will bloom again
once I find my way
back to you.

Learn to separate
the blue from the skies
from the blue in
your heart.

Whatever she creates
leaves me utterly in awe-
every thought of hers
leaving me entranced.
Maybe you have me under a spell,
or maybe this is one big dream.
All I know is that I need
more of you in my life.

I couldn't see it,
love had blurred my vision
but the warning signs were
as clear as day.
Then you let me go,
and suddenly,
I could see again but
it was too late.

Why do we bottle it in,
and hold ourself together
in front of strangers who
do not care nor matter?

My heart sank to
the bottom of your sea
and now I wait for
it to float back
up to me.

All I remember
is that I was young,
dumb and ignorant.
You took me in and showed this heart
a love it never knew existed-
and then you broke me.

broken bones tell stories,
broken souls tell secrets,
and broken hearts tell lies.

So what is left
of a broken soul?  
Just the empty shell of a man
who barely knows what
it means to exist.

Your love painted
a masterpiece upon
this broken canvas
of a man.

Why is it that broken people
confide in my words?
Is it because I’m broken too?
Are we shards from the same bottle?
Does it help when we fit into place?
You and I, a tragic jigsaw puzzle
Or when I put you back together?
I don’t know why it is,
All I know is that my words
bring a temporary relief
to myself and
to the broken people

Oh, I wish
I could turn back time
and laugh with you again.
To laugh and cry,
to hold you once again.
But now you have your bubbles
and me, nothing left at all.
Bubble girl,
I don't know how
to keep you from the winds.
Bubble girl,
may they one day carry you
back into my arms.
But for now,
goodbye,
bubble girl.

The demons
always find a way
of rebuilding the bridges
I set ablaze so very
long ago.

To stay like this,
forever far away, silent
and unknown to your heart
is something I hope will
not burden me for the
rest of my life.