The new car smell
The first snow fall of the year
The smell of a new baby
Playing with a new toy
A new relationship
Everything has a honeymoon phase
Things are great
You are so happy and just cannot get enough
The car smells so clean
The snow is so pretty
You are so happy with your new partner
Everything is perfect
When does the new effect wear away?
But when does that phase end?
The new car will get *****
The snow will no longer be pure
Babies grow into children
Toys break
And relationships end
But how can you prolong the honeymoon phase?
Can you remain that happy forever?
Is there a theory yet?
Lets find one together... **You & Me

Always in a field  .  .  .
Wild flowers— a bunch to pick,
  .  .  .  Herself a bouquet.

sometimes i drink tea as a substitute for your hugs
almost desperately sipping,
wishing, hoping,
dreaming of you (holding onto my ceramic cup so delicate)

sometimes loneliness creeps in like a stealth burglar
when you realize what it is you freeze,
suddenly too aware of yourself
but pretending it doesn't exist to cushion yourself from
these ugly emotions
who, like old fake friends whom i try to alienate,
i hide from, trying to mask myself by emulating
everything i love

in the hopes of becoming something beautiful,
something you might love.
(pour myself another cup,
dream on)

For all the lost ones
Who didn't see the light shine today
We stand weeping at your graves
Its a tragic ending
To all those moments filled with pain
Never again will we see your face
And we will miss you,
We will not forget your name
Like fallen leaves on the ground,
First turned golden then decayed
The light of sunrise, first fresh then fades to grey
We will not forget your name
We raise our fingers to the sky
Faces tilted saying "Fly high"
Raise your fingers to the sky
Say it with me
Oh brother fly high
Now we know of your silent pain
We didn't know you weren't okay
Now we stand weeping upon your grave
We wish we could tell you
We wish you could be with us today
But you're gone now
The light is burdened by a shade of grey
We wish we had helped you through the pain
So raise your fingers to the sky
And say with me
Oh brother fly high
We will not forget your name
My brothers and sisters, fly high.

the graveyard is in her mind

taking up space, next to broken memories

of better times and happiness

when she felt alive and hoped for the best

but now, her thoughts are buried

six feet below her nightmares

and ideas about what love is, and what it might do

if it finds her again

it is just past
the witching hour
yet still i sit
stitching my id
into the gossamer
warp and weft
of the world wide web
a signature cosseted
in anonymity...
a virtual
i was here.... i live
and write to tell the
tale of my living...
stitch by lettered
stitch i leave a quilt
to cover my world....