Well, this year was far crazier than the last
That's okay 'cause I brought my fight in full blast
After twelve months, the problems are yet to go
But in the face of it all, the strength and support did grow
And it was rough, some months it was hell
But I made it through like a wint'ry cold spell
I came, I saw, I did become
Save the vici for later; I'm nowhere near done

I love to look at the moon

I miss having windows

On nights such as this

I wonder quietly

If the moon misses

My eyes looking in awe

At such a beautiful thing

My mother is a piano
A little out of tune
Dusty keys
That play with ease
Ivory as the moon

Sometimes I’ll touch the wood
And admire its antiquity
Think of all the things that it
Ever dreamed to be

Sometimes when my fingers
Fly through a song
I wonder how this piano
Ever got so strong.

My mother is a piano,
She makes music out of air,
She answers each finger
With an embrace, with care

Her legs planted firmly
in the ground
How much I love to hear
her deep, rich sound.

Life is razor thin
but death's no place to begin
so
let's start when the heart
starts to beat

you might cut yourself shaving
but I know
that you're saving the bleeding
for me

an edge on the edge and
I'm begging to fall
toppling into the abyss
and it swallows me
all
of me until
I become history or
even thinner
and
only death is the winner.


I sign on the dotted line
and let time
decide.

unnoticed,
a silvery sliver,
you fade into our shadows,
and descend into our tears.

light rain on these shaking hands,
shower the earth below,
ease the darkness of our heartland
repose—if only to forgo.

Love, well love is like a good cup of coffee

We all want to drink it without getting burnt

I am so sorry
for not being able to
keep us both afloat

-h.w.