whenever weighted down on the verge of drowning
I flop like a fish and croak like a frog

as loud as I ******* can
hold my breath

'til I turn blue
and then most times

wake up

We are grasping at words hidden beyond this wall of misunderstanding
Misconceptions and harsh observations become the crux for our downfall
and your words lash against me as sharp and stinging as willow branches running.
So much pain behind the eyes which watch mine with a distant ache
and I cannot stop.
If my happiness is your hatred how can we go on?
How can we proceed with truth as our mat, honesty our flying carpet and love the wind that buoys our stiff limbs.
My love is tied to the fresh peaks coalesced in my heart as the atoms of my survival and their laughter is written in the snowbanks we fall upon, the gravel spat back from beneath our hot tires racing down old overgrown trails, the burning heat of flint and steel fires gasping in the breeze
we are so different.
my honesty you call selfishness.
We are both new developing beings with the world open to us in every which way.
we cannot hold eachother to what we used to be and your accusing glare grates on my worn nerves and
I cannot stop.
I cannot stop hurting you with my happiness because it is found in trees, wind, rocks, gurgling river beds
places you cannot contend with
I know you hate it.
and maybe we are better off apart
maybe we need space to breathe
to learn how we are as individuals
who we are.
I will still love you.
a small part of me will always love you
but perhaps this is the crossroad
for our relationship
perhaps I will go left
and you will go right.
It will not be nice
It will not be clean or kind
But it will be healthy
and we will grow
and find loves that lift our wings
not dampen them..

Do you know
Your words
Are disobedient?

They defy gravity and fly off the page
Racing up and down my spine like wild horses

Just tell me once and for all
If this is real....
Pinch me.

Have you ever fallen in love?

I once did,
sitting on top of a sand dune
under the lights
of the Fourth of July.

                                         The water below
                                         cast the reflection of beautiful chandeliers
                                         bursting with color,
                                         and as timeless as sand,
                                         and yet my eyes were elsewhere -
                                         capturing something unlike I'd ever seen.

Have you ever fallen in love?

I once did,
laying on a couch as I held her,
she turned to me and smiled;
the chandeliers were bold and raucous
as they decorated the sky of my mind,
and the stars twinkled in the depths of her eyes -

                                        that memory since faded with time.

Have you ever fallen in love?

I once did,
the pen in my hand
gave birth to words and worlds
made from my reflection
like they were my children -
and I had always feared
impotency.

                                               I created places I'd never seen,
                                               but they were as real as sand,
                                               and for a moment,
                                               I felt like God:
                                               watching from above
                                               as my creations began to breathe.

Have you ever fallen in love?

I once did,
living on a page of black and white,
if I was God,
she was an angel,
and the song from her trumpet
reminded me of the chandeliers
I thought were lost in time.

Have you ever fallen in love?

I don't know if I ever have,
but what I have is something
that gives me a reason to be;

                                                 Something beautiful
                                                 and intricate
                                                 like a chandelier
                                                 whose glass was once
                                                 nothing more
                                                 than countless grains of sand.

In between lives I've loved you, different parts of you each time, so now in this life we are living I've come to love you completely, without reserve, like putting all the pieces of a puzzle together, leaving me one beautiful something made with the tiny pieces of us.      
          s.w. collins

Like any puzzle,
though -- overtime -- we lose the little pieces. And the whole picture that once was is now distorted.
Eventually, we leave the puzzle behind because the holes cannot be filled.
we are missing the things that used to hold us together            l.r.

She walks...
Not like the others,
She walks slowly
Naturally, heavenly.

She doesn't run,
She doesn't need to
Because she already knows
*That she wants you.