Is this how we were mean to live,
to die,
to take care of each other?
The woods and open space.
To observe the ant and its care-free life?
To love nature the way we so selfishly love ourselves?
To caress the earth like we would our loved ones?
Maybe, we secretly indulge in such biological dispositions
by planting flowers in the souls of men.

-m.c.

Your jeans an aching blue,
blue like the dreams that surround you.
Dreams of  mansions,
mansions inhabited by ghosts of your past.
A past that no longer became future,
but it was relived by those you love.
Those that claim they love you,
they suffocate you.
No air, no breath, no oxygen.
But soon enough you'll breathe,
all on your own.
All by yourself,
remember you were never alone.

-m.c.

I know a girl who is
walking poetry
walking lyrics
walking inspiration.

I know a girl who is
lovely inside
lovely outside
so lovely
she puts diamonds to shame.

I know a girl who is
rhythm and meter
rhythm and rhyme
a rhythm encompassed with love.

I know a girl who is
walking poetry.

- m.c.

It's alarming.
Getting so easily caught.
Caught up in addiction.
An addiction to *****.
An addiction to drugs.
An addiction to you.

-m.c.

Count the stars in the sky,
and you'll figure me out.

Name all the people on earth,
and you'll know what I'm about.

Number the hairs on your head,
and my life you will know.

Carry the oceans on you back,
and all my secrets will show.


-m.c.

We roll our eyes at the moon
saying, " You'll never shine bright enough."

We scoff at the flowers
whispering, "You'll never be beautiful enough."

But the moon keeps shining.
The flowers keep growing.

Likewise, so will I.


-m.c.