Strange creatures pace
under a fading half-moon
and some people get dressed
get ready to go to work
or school or the cemetery
and on their way in the car
looking east- the terrible Sun!
If only you could delay its
entrance, if you could postpone
the turning of your world
around it...no. We all claw
desperately at something,
half-formed and fleeting,
just out of reach

The way you hold his hand I
                   Look down at mine and I
              Know you could never
                       Hold my hand that way.

You chose to love him over me
       Breaking my heart yet another time
    Bleeding me out for another rhyme
But no, I'm just raging in jealousy.

We are so compatible
       You and
              I.

But again, again, and again;
      You don't see how true I am for you,
   How much I have dedicated myself for you,
All the sacrifice I make for you.

Perhaps love is, indeed, blind.

dearly beloved i've gathered you here today
to remind you of the smell of your father
the warm feeling you got when he held your hands
love feels that way
like home

darlings i search for a man like my father
the same age
who felt the same way looking down on me with love
the same smell, the same warmth when he holds my hands
i search for a man who feels like home

All i want is a man on prom night who
will give me enough love to write his name on my *******
a man who will give me enough dignity to drink schnapps and not feel ashamed

The future
The unknown

It is a common belief
To fear that leap
To fear the fall
To fear the unknown

The infinite possibilities
Compounding experiences
Weaving a wild, wonderful web

But it is not the leap
It is not the fall
It is not the unknown

Fear masquerades as comfort
The foundation at which we are built
The certainty that we stand against time

Do not be fragile
Be moldable

Craft destiny in the journey
The shapeless and boundless
Depths of potential

From the other side emerge
A master of Fate

World upon soft steps grace upon,
musical nuances that glide under
breeze and foot. A melody of what
is felt delicately underfoot.

Temperament is listened to as
approaching all, words not needed
as the quill of footsteps sings it in
bursts of scalding chorus heard.

Nature whispers its harmony,
low humming themes fill the air,
like white noise not heard but
always played in breezes release.

The world is an orchestra of melody,
Just below where footsteps dance
everyday, where natures unison sings
upon creation listen hear it play.

I throw water into the river just to save it from its thirst
The throat of rapids raging I imagined as always parched
The banks of tributaries are always arid in their craving
The conflux only symbolizing lust
I dream the point where rivers meet as always foaming in desire
Burning hot and desperate in their yearning and their want
Longing now to only know and see the deepest ocean
I throw water into to the river trying to save it from itself

And then I quickly drown inside the rain

Time moves slowly,
within the realm of my universe.
The sun rises,
as the moon fades
along with the stars.

The night sky will change
as I venture to new worlds.
Constellations not familiar to me,
will fill me with awe.
That first step of the journey
grows near, as I resist my internal fears.