Show me your scars
And I will run my fingers over them
To show you I am not afraid.
Show me your bruises,
Black purple and blue,
And I will kiss them til they heal.
Show me your broken heart, my dear,
And I will give you mine
Until yours is mended once more.

Antarctica is just a hotel room that we passed sometime late last week
This highway only has a handful of exits but we don’t know where we’re going
And for some reason we’ve been measuring everything in heartbeats
It tears me apart because I would rather measure you in kisses
Confined to the hospital bed in the backseat I’ve never known such helplessness
Your smile lights the way but there is nothing to see except these blank white walls
I know what I want and thats a small victory in and of itself
But warm beds have always eluded me and the wings meant to bring you to me keep disappearing
They keep me tied down and I wonder if its because they think I’ll hurt myself again
I didn’t know any better and they never bothered to teach me
My father never warned me about the ocean
He never spoke to me of the currents
So how was I to know the real danger was hidden under the surface
My mother never warned me about the forest
She never spoke to me of the depths
So how was I to know the real danger was in my lack of direction
Now I just stare into coffee cups because they remind me of my mistakes I think it must be the smell
I had hoped they were just being careless but maybe it was me after all
*~W.C.

Blue mountains rise on the horizon
looking like wistful wishes
and disregarded dreams-
If the purple peaks can
scrape the sun,
then surely so can I.

The white wallpaper
and laced curtains
smell like childhood
and pleasant memories,
and when the sun streams
through open windows
I close my eyes,
breathe in high hopes,
and exhale every worry
from the past six months.

In the valleys I gather
the love I left last summer
and tuck it away in my suitcase.
I'll pull it out on a
dreary Kansas day
to remind myself there's a place
that doesn't leave scars.

In my dreams I'm
running my fingers through
the mountain's trees
and in reality
I'm doing the same.

She sprung complete into being,
With all aspects of new flowers—
Short time became a ruthless scene,
And all the world a fleet of shower.

You know, I almost called the other night.
Almost.
I’d like to think that
you would’ve almost picked up,
and I would’ve almost said something.
It’s a good thing I’ve almost lost your number;
I could get lonely someday
and forget that you almost wanted to stay.
I forget a lot nowadays.
I almost called the other night, you know.
But I’ve learned that “almost”
only counts in “I love you’s”
and “goodbye’s”.
Maybe I’ll almost sleep tonight.
It’s strange that I keep dreaming
about the night we walked around the city.
I always end up on the park bench
by your house,
waiting.
I’ve almost stopped wishing you’d show up.

I've always wanted to travel the world.
So I will trek,
Across your skin,
Sail through your veins,
And climb over each goosebump.
Your bones will guide me,
So that I don't lose my way.
I'll explore the ridges of your lips,
And swim in the pools
That are your eyes.
I've always wanted to travel the world,
But your heart
Is where I'll make my home.

Some say there's nothing
worse than a wasted
life.

Counting the value of your days
in accomplishments.
Things I've lost,
those I've hated,
time spent locked away,
riches squandered.

Holidays help the years
go by,a day to
celebrate when there's
no real reason to
be happy.

Conversations began
and end with,"Remember when?"
Your only mark left on this
world is a name on a headstone.
A name nobody ever
called you by,
a name you didn't choose.

Never wanted to grow
up to be anything but
older.
Tattooed images that at one
time meant everything to you.

Miss dead pets more
than dead  friends.

Leave nothing behind but
a bloodline,
maybe not even that.

Most things crumble with
time,burn with
the flames.

It's not important how long
you'll be remembered.
All memories fade with time,
words lose meaning
and this thing we are living
carries on.
Forgotten.