What’s funny is that when he
Held her
Truly forgot everything
Put down the embossed
Confinement of
Work
Life
Deadlines

Kissed her ear

She tasted like his first
Ice cream cone
Vanilla

The melted cream in
Summer’s heat
Sticky over his fingers

They swam in night time
Waters
Wet from themselves
Watched the moon
Come out
Of the Sea of Japan

Fought bravely in wars
They knew nothing about
Tended to each other’s wounds
Toasted with $7 wines
Goaded each other to
Jump off of
Cliffs
Balconies
The Edge of the World
&
Loved like no other

Because love never dies
Truly
It never does

Artists minds
Have fragile souls
The delicate way
We pen our words
Shows our vulnerability

We bare our scars
Triumphs
Hopes and dreams
To heal the pain
Of our wounded hearts

We must create
For our own understanding
Self-discovery
To process the turmoil
And calm our fears and anxiety

Tattooing our thoughts
On our readers minds
Letting each person who reads
Carry a piece of the pain with them
Until there is none left

Softly lit  sunsets and turning leaves
Little feet skip in a pumpkin patch
Crisp air causing goosebumps
Warm apple cider being sold batch after batch
I am gentle, just like autumn

Slick Ice and bitter air
Blizzards wreak havoc on little towns
Slush is thrown to street corners without care
I am fierce, just like winter

Cannonballs into clear cool water
Tan lines born out of hours in the sun
Road trips and bucket lists promise adventure
Long days with endless possibilities to come
I am exciting, just like summer

Light rain offers new like
Little buds turn brown into green
Glimpses of long awaited sunshine
Earth turns into an exquisitely painted scene
I am growing, just like spring

On the first day he wrote her a song
but when she read it, she didn't smile
so he asked her what was wrong
she said "nothing" but couldn't look into his eye.

On the second day he gave her roses
red as the blood that runs in his veins
but even so he felt her heart slowly closes
and her love from his body drains.

On the third day he took her to the shore
and showed her the waves and the stars above
but from her face it was clear she wants more
and he can never be enough.

On the forth day she had moved on
but he could do no such thing
because just before dawn
they found him hanging

by the shore, with the roses and the song.

So gorgeous the crimson flow.
Pirouetteing down the promenade.  
Precariously dangling,
Waiting
for gravity to grasp and perfect it's fall.

Tranquil sanguine pools
Accumulating
Glistening
Gathering for stories
To be told.

Gentle sighs in the pale moonlight
Amid the chaos and confusion
Mesmerized by the serenity
Peace at the razors
Edge

Who shall see
The glory within me.
Who shall see
The beauty of the stories
Told

Tilt the rocks not
Toward the earth
Let them fall
Ears they had not
For the screams to be heard

Gold, nothing did it mean
A kind word upon the lashed
Eternity would it have soothed
Now it's the ravens nest
And mortal wound

How was it not seen
The deathly gleam
About it they talk
Never will it be
Never?

Now the tears ask
For the answer they will never get
Upon the fresh soil they sit
Moistened ground, green grass
But, time will never forget

Ink floods these pages
Words cause more harm than good
Opening up old wounds
decipher feelings misunderstood

Reminiscing lost love
Analyzing mistakes made
Drowning in past feelings
Remembering all who betrayed

Putting pen to paper
Is my way to cope
Anger, lust, sadness, anxiety
Depression; a slippery *****

I must continue to write
To tear down these walls
Work through my issues
Before death I befall

Only when I’ve become destitute by my journey’s end
Desert upon my bare feet
Skin cracking
Ran out of water
Begun to drink the blood

Only when treacherous rainstorms
Have pelted my crawl through the
Night
Leaving my feathers soaked

Only when the wilderness has
Sunk it’s maze onto my soul
No way out but in madness
Curtail
Dirt under my nails
Moss across my body

Only when I’ve knelt upon
Mother Earth
In spiteful prayer
Pitiful to the last

And you are no longer a dream
But reality
But am tired from the ages
Will I ever demand
Your wind
Your touch
Your fluorescent
Luminescent
Radiant
Glorious
Words

That you can now whisper
To me
As you lie next to
I demand it