we will never be
in this small tiny space, you and I.
our arms are pulled together too far
and I relish in the void.

we will never be
twisted up in each other, like we had so hoped.
lips parted for a deep breath
and the sweet relief that is blown out.

we will never be
empty and full of regret, where we were destined.
my brain and mouth could not connect
to your heart and soul.

we will never be. we can't.
it won't do.

I stand above my bed
And examine the damage.
Blankets this way and that
Pillows all over
Sheets tangled up around themselves.
Proof of something that
Only hours ago
Left this place empty.
I take in the rubble
And breathe deeply.
I lower myself down to those
Tangled sheets
And backwards bedspreads
And fill my lungs with you.
I pull them up around me
And close my eyes
And wish for this place to be
The same kind of battleground
Again tomorrow.

Tonight I search for you
hoping to find some trace
of the magic we shared.

I peer into the darkness
looking for any glimmer
of the light you brought into my life.

I run blindly ahead
hoping to catch up with you
praying you are just ahead.

I reach out with grasping hands
wanting to touch you
needing to feel you here with me.

But all I find is emptiness
all I feel is futile hopelessness
all I see is total blackness.

i'd be the
**** in your garden
just to get your
attention.

Images of what I want
What I need
Who I wish you were
How I wish we were
I know
You don't see it
I can't stop
This flooding of imagination
But is it so easy
to close the flood-gate;
To restrain the emotions,
Hold back what I'm feeling?
Just once, I wish
You were there
To save me from this flood
Return me to the surface
To breathe freely
And share how I feel

Notions towards the end of time fly by endlessly.
I think of the one who let it slip
in a realm in which i call my own i fly away
I remain open to whatever may cross my path
time is nearing, we all must now let go
and follow our spirits home.

Honey,
I only chase dreams.
Not drinks and never people.

Two snowflakes descend toward the ground.
One lands on the head of a man,
The other on the outstretched tongue of a woman.
The man thinks little of his snowflake,
while the woman is slightly amused by hers.
The man sees his as one of many landing at once,
while the woman's snowflake stands out.

During the descent of these snowflakes,
two things happen in particular.
The man is staring at the woman,
while he bumps into a passerby.
A student is taking a test,
while his friend is sleeping through it.

The snowflakes collide with the man and woman
in a seemingly accidental way.
The man and woman are unaware
of any particular snowflake coming at them.
But the snowflakes seem to follow a path
dictated by the wind,
as if aiming for their target.

The man is unaware of the passing woman
because of his fixation on another.
The man, along with the passing woman,
is also unaware
that they will be married in the future.
The student taking the test
will receive an A in the class.
The student sleeping will receive a C.
They each will go on to graduate
and have similar jobs.

The life of a snowflake is short,
but it has infinite forms.
It will melt, reform, and descend many more times.
The snowflake won't be significant
to its target in each life,
but the snowflake is not phased by this,
for it will have many more attempts.

Human life is like the descent of a snowflake.
It is made up of small moments
that we may or may not be aware of,
and that may or may not be significant.
Its time span is short,
and even when it is significant,
the significance is slight.

Unlike the snowflake,
humans aren't certain of having infinite forms.
The life that exists now
may be the only one given.
Human life should be spent
like the snowflake aiming for the tongue.
There's no guarantee that you'll make it,
or be remembered for it,
but if you have no direction,
there's no guarantee you'll have another chance.