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It was unexpected in every capacity!
In the middle of the night with such audacity!
Not a soul to witness this grand catastrophe:
When she sprouted wings--at last! To be
A restless night owl flying fast and free.
Now my stars will never be the same to me,
Now that I - the night - have company.
Dig down deep and find the warmth,
I guarantee it's  hiding in there somewhere.

Wear it like a royal crown,
Reflecting light and attention everywhere.

Because you are a masterpiece,
Covered in the rags of beggars.

You don't need to be what you've always been.

Sparkle like the newborn moon,
And I'll shine as your sun on the other side.

Just listen close,
Perfect my rhythm,
And I'll always balance you.

Be the sparkle of the moon.
Be the spark that's all brand new.

Clothed in pure delicacy,
A new creation emerges for the dawn of day.

Trudge on through the murky haze,
Struggle and stumble as you may.

Because you are a

A spark that's all brand
Heart racing
against my mind.
She’ll be gone soon
stop wasting time.
Where is my faith
others claim to be true?
Don’t freeze, don’t ignore
I thought that I knew.
Mental battle, spirit battle
to make the world thrive.
Am I living a lie
or lying alive?
At the stroke of five o’ clock
The crew begins to trickle in the door for
Josie’s Slumber Party.
Hand cut finger sandwiches adorn
The chestnut coffee table already brimming
With nail polishes and eyeshadows
In hues of peacock blue and bubblegum pink
And temptress scarlet red. The girls
Romp around the room like ballerinas
Dressed in everything from soccer shorts to
Mama’s high heels. Two sizes too big.
Practically ladies as they gloss their lips but
Girlish giggles and squeals reveal their
Youth: Age ten; age eleven; age twelve.
And in the middle of this fine affair
Polished nails are used to pick at teeth;
Makeup adheres to bangs, braids and ponytails.
Bare hands brush through the knotted hair of
Any and All. Beauty  – of course – is collective, yet

As if to call the girls over, lure them in so painfully slow,
The sprinklers awaken on the front lawn and spill forth
Waterfalls of childhood memories. Running barefoot
during the searing summer dusk. The girls are under
The Spell. Feather boa and lipstick at hand, they make
A mad dash for the lawn. The squeals are louder, more
Vibrant than before. With grass stains on their gowns
and water re-tangling their freshly styled hair, these
Ladies could not be any more proper.
The colors grow dim with the night
And the light of day will fade.
Sitting crosslegged on a stump
I bid my farewell with a wave.

My palm is hollow for yours;
There's a stump by my side.
My partner, how you wandered –
You wavered into a lie.

How I wish I could revive
The connection we shared, my dear,
And how, you'd never wave goodbye–
For you promised to stay near.
I live in a world of over abundance and overprotection,
With two little gates keeping me in and holding me back,
Like the harness around the sidewalk-dog's neck.
His owners stroll down softly rolling roads,
Passing the cookie cutter stucco homes
With the porch lights that never flicker imperfection.
The pedestrians amble with fingers interlocked
And kept behind their backs,
Like a secret they can't help but hide
From whatever may crumble or shine outside the gates.
I've been searching for
a place between help and harm.

Correct me
if I'm mistaken,
but I've found it in your arms.
The key to
the possibilities
you will be giving
the good
the current summer,
to ensure that
next step.

Send me
the perfect way
to find out what adventures we'll have.

Where we play,
sacrifices were made.
I picked out words from each email in my inbox, a little variation of traditional blackout poetry :) Hopefully it worked...enjoy!
The early years of the
Had been quite
Ardent and steadfast.

He called her his
And she, in turn,
Shared completely his devotion.

She had a great deal of

Bitterly resisted the
Desire for a dispensation,
As early as
To restore
Her words
Died the next
Blackout poetry from The Life and Words of St. Francis of Assisi by Ira Peck
facing the same
this strong complexion of the

The human life
on one side of
the secret
frame of mind.

mean so much
more, my dear,
how your
look at him.

a candle,
and charming,
in fact,
it's the next thing
quite as satisfactory to me.
With streaks of blue running through your veins,
May I please, can I please hold on to your wings?
Let's fly fast, but let's be steady,
Because I might not be quite ready,
To soar recklessly above the city lights,
Blazing blue, like you, in the heart of night.
But if I see the wind dance through your hair,
I could just toss aside every care,
About who I am, and where I'm going.
With your freedom, there's no sense in knowing.
I’m getting kinda tired of the streetlights
Passing by me on these summer nights.
I just pace around for a new direction
One that finally deserves my attention.

I look up to the sky, to my love so divine
Asking and praying for a glimpse or a sign
To what might steady all the reason and rhyme
Of days still to come that are racing with time.

It’s increasing my patience, but it’s making me itch
This wait I endure with a nervous twitch.
I’ll hold on to this hope, though you find it strange;
I will break suburbia, and my life will change.
It would be nice..
To stop the reluctant patter of my footsteps
To silence the noises playing tetris in my head
To end the fidget produced by my hands
To rest my weary body in some comfortable corner

It would be nicer...
To catch an ounce of reassurance behind your stare
To concentrate on anything other than your mean sparkle
To learn the magic behind the art of tranquility
To do more than display forged smiles

It would be nicest...
To escape
To overcome
To prove
To shine
You keep a garden
Some of your arrangements are to

Boast and show off
Delight in and keep for yourself
Alter with curiousity and growth

So you keep this beautiful garden
With every right intention

For leaves to sprout with confidence
For stems to hold firm and sturdy
For flowers to flaunt beauty and rich color

But do you see your precious garden
Is so riddled with weeds?

Weeds that expose iniquity
Weeds that slowly eat away
Weeds that make your Father frown!

Try as you may, in your garden**
To hide or otherwise ignore your ugly weeds

But your leaves, they will crinkle
Your stems will fall short and break
And your petals will surely wilt.
Dark clouds, scatter;
scatter and flee.
Brighter days, lighter days,
come quickly to me.

Hurry days, weeks, months and years
and sweetly, swiftly hurry til I am near
days of deliverance, days of no fears,
only my Beloved, my only dear.
Let's play disconnect
And detach you from reality.
Slowly but surely,
You'll lose all your ability.
A limb here, your eyesight there,
Until you've reached calamity.

Lie in pieces on the ground,
The future's all but hopeless.
No reason for you to fight it,
Less reason to try and protest.
In the end, maybe you'll see,
By then you should notice --
If life's disconnect is a tragic flaw,
It's one that only plagues the best.
I’m giving up on hearing from you again
After I thought maybe we could mend
All of our broken, bitter parts
born of sick and twisted hearts

Now you drift away
The past led me astray
No questions left today
Now you drift away

I’m finding peace in hollowness
And all your missing sentiments
I will no longer spare my thoughts
On how we should have cast our lots

A ghost, you drift away
And no, I cannot stay
In departing, I shall pray
To forget my memories and drift away
These are still the early days.

And I wonder what it takes to turn early days to shades of gray.

The first exchange of a cherished, sweet sentiment
Followed by a second, third, seventh and tenth.
Fingers discovering unexplored skin
Moments of passion catch again and again.
The voyages fresh, never traveled before
Hold deep potential for a lifetime of more.
The distance of inches feels miles apart
And the distance of time has still yet to start.

Moments and milestones will accompany us
To a place of lackluster feelings and rust.
So I cherish my early days, sparkling bright
And pray that the motions of love treat us right.
My child
My child who sits by herself
With tears welling and a tidal wave of emotion
Too overwhelming for your tiny frame
Your precious mind
Your beautiful heart

Do you know that you are beautiful?
My child who watches the children play and laugh
My child who thinks and feels
With the world passing, acting, doing, ignoring
Do you know that you are worth the world?
Has anyone told you your hair falls in soft waves of gold
And your eyes are light and radiant?
Do you know that you are capable of even the things that scare you most?
Would you believe that you are every kind of lovely?
Someone once told me
there's an exception to every rule
In my clear cut world
Its hard to believe a paradox like you:
Like a snowfall in July
And the moonshine at noon
But All I know is when
I look into your eyes
I want it to be true.
i was holding on and scripting it out.
i fought away my doubts and finalized my plan.
you were mine, I was convinced and consumed.
you knew my plans, could guess my thoughts.
you agreed indifferently, while I toiled away.
little did I know that as I forged your name,
made it into a pact, you resolved to beat me down.
you snuck away from my sick little plan.
now you're a refugee of a fairy tale that's
eroding into bits of dust - an archaic glimmer,
now dulled with time that still asks me
why and
what now?
How fragile the bones of the dying
Eroding like stone that turns to sand
How fragile the eyes
A weak glimpse into surrounding darkness
How fragile the power
Once mighty as a mountain, now a struggling memory

But of all the ailing pieces of those near death
None compares to the withering soul
Breaking and cracking, no longer whole
As one prepares to ride into eternity
And anticipates the moment a breath will come and pass
Never to be duplicated again
The soul all the while fights the battle for life
And, through consuming fragility, is defeated at last
My care for you
is no justification
to torture myself.
You cannot wrong me
and keep me still.

I am my own,
I am not yours  -- which seems to be how you wanted this.

My concern is not if you win, however
but whether I choose to lose.
I will be free of you, in every sense free.
My life has been molded
by the world of 15 minute increment agendas
and 150 character updates by the second.

My body has been pacified
by the world of liquid sugar satiation
and instant edible gratification.

My mind has been conditioned
by the world that favors extroverted personalities
and introverted abdomens and collarbones.

I live, move and breathe
in the world that is scared of freethinkers
and will not succeed in boxing me in.

In my world, I define my own worth.
Crowded as the stars
Yet I am insatiable
As longing sets in
Sudden and guided, they met
Cordial and shy, they agreed
Naive and ready, they walked
Blissful and rosy, they slept,
Slowly and gravely, they learned
Steady and hopeful, they tried
Brash and uncontrolled, they fell
Weary and dismayed, she cried
Trapped and worried, she searched
Selfish and busy, he worked
Stagnant and spoiled, they live
Loveless and lonely, they'll die

Like honey on bark,
They came together:
All at once, they collided.
Collecting debris on the descent,
She finally dropped
With the sound of regret
Echoing behind her --
Her only consolation
That someone might taste
And understand
Her rare and pure sweetness:
The one that spoke of
Honey on Bark.
I can bring you down:
Down until you're numb.
Like the burn in your throat,
I'm the whiskey on your tongue.

I can lift you up high:
Until you're feeling a rush.
Like I'm running through your veins,
Like you've had more than enough.

I can give you everything that you need.
Tell me what you want me to be.
I can be anything I need to be
For you.
I'm told I could never save you...
                                  that only the scarred-hand man could love you so.
But by stringing words together...
                                  it seems I've given you immortality.
It only happens when I look at you
When my new stones turn an icy hue
A cold chill of last November
Frozen deeper than I remember
With a steep wall to scale
It takes a moment to fail
But it only happens when I look at you
Again I hear my heart break
And I learn what's at stake
In a journey to heal --
Only this wound to feel
And that only happens when I look at you.
Knowing you** was a dream.
Your eyes have since  vanished,
Elusive to me, as the wind blows and
Sends a shiver down my spine.
I am agitated as I try to remember
The moments I spent forgetting you.
Take me back to the days of a Ghanaian sunset.
When hope dwelled above the waters of despair
And I gazed into the eyes of a sinking soul.
Where trust and fear were honest and pure --
Felt in the mountains, cities and fishing boats alike.

I want the hot air, the mango juice dripping down my hand, the dirt kicked up around my shoes, the roosters in the streets, the taxi cab dodgeball games, the eggshell passenger rides, and the shy children singing across from me on the shore. Because I want it all back.

It's the feeling I had when I was there in a wide space so open -- it is a feeling I call free.
We said maybe.
Well, maybe I reminded you of her.
Maybe you were a dog returning to his *****.
Maybe I was the closest one to give myself away.
Maybe there's no use in maybe.
It's curious to think
our individual body parts
do very little
to tell our stories
or reveal our identities.

But when added
together and contextualized,
we comprehend more
than words can bear.

I wonder how many
pieces it takes
to recognize
a puzzle as such
and for fragments to
heed deeper meaning.

I wonder at what point
the soul enters and attaches
itself -- and at what point
we dignify ourselves
as more than
mobile jigsaws.
You are every word I meant to say.
You are the daisy chain from my youthful reminiscence that I never had a chance to wear.
You are the place in the darkness where I'd like to hide that I never quite found.
You are the breath on the back of my neck in the middle of a sleepless night that I swear I can truly feel.
You are my almost.
When I tell you
“I don’t know”
it’s because my thoughts will not stop racing
and the fog in my head will not recede.

All I really know is I want you now
Even if I shouldn’t
And I’m not good at taking things
One day at a time.
Could I spend some time with you,
Would that be okay?

Even if we both know that
You'll have to go away?

Because I'm lonely and you've missed me and I need a way to feel.
Just know that it's all personal and you're not my plan to heal.
I wrote this while I was on a train ride - hence the "wrong tracks" title, which also applies to the motivation behind the poetic voice's words. But don't worry, I WAS  actually on the correct train ;).
Beauty for a moment is found in cherry lips and the curve of hips,
Hidden in youth, seeming more lasting than in truth.
Beauty for a while can be found within a smile,
Temptingly genuine, but nothing one should trust in.
Beauty for this life should be in the heart of a husband or wife,
Lasting and faithful, and, of the earthly, the most stable.
Beauty for eternity is only ours through the blood of the One most Holy,
Given to those who believe in a Spirit that will never leave.

Put your trust in long it will last is yours to choose.
I tried to sleep away this sickness and sorrow
but when I finally awoke, all I felt was low
I tried to drown the feeling in a cup of hot tea
but the warmth and aroma only made it grow

I'll ask Charlie, Sam and Pat to get you off my mind
but I'm too filled with the thought of how long you'll need time.
Remedy: sleep, tea and a book.
What if the remedy doesn't relieve me?
Restraint can serve as a harness for the soul:
A stopper so the sparks do not overflow
And billow over to meet the skin,
Ripping the seams from the chaos within.

But restraint can serve as a cruel barrier:
A gate - locked by naivety and terror
That leaves your blood placid and spoiled with time;
It'll eat at your bones and then tremor your mind.
I wonder if I've outgrown you --
That Ive shed my skin I didn't know I was wearing
But you are heavy
And I am struggling
I wonder if I am wrong for it
I wonder if comfortable is really correct
But my eyes sting and my heart aches
Every time I hear you speak
In my mind I see me crawling away
But why do I crawl back?
She's alive
But hardly living
Because her painful thoughts slow her down
As everything seems to carry on around her
Passing her by, speeding her up
Beyond her comfort zone
Because the words don't come
The feelings don't form
The thought races won't stop
And the monsters never die.

But **** is she
Her inner life glows
A light so pure and rare
It's easy to recognize
But hard to find.
There's a symphony no one is attuned to hear
A work of art she's longing for someone to appreciate
And it's lonely
It's ******* lonely feeling like everyone's light is recognized
Everyone's is shining so bright
That hers is overshadowed and insulted.
She's alive
But it's killing her.
I may as well make you slither
On the underside of your belly
For the rest of your ****** days
Seeing how you have deceived me
And then covered a wound with dust.
I shouted to the world:
"I want a love I can feel so deeply inside of me that my bones tremble.
I want to be known by someone so deeply that my body turns transparent.
I want to trust another so deeply that all my fears dissolve like snow.
I want to find a lover who loves me so deeply that his very blood flows free for me."

And I cried to the world and I searched for my own
When, still and small, I heard Him come to me:
"Have I not opened your blind eyes?
Be still. I have loved you, so deeply."
If I watch your departure with that glint in your eye
Would it tear me apart that you can't say goodbye?
What can I hold on to when I learn it's a lie
That's you'll always be there with each tear that I cry?

If words are stone and emotion simply waves
How can you so easily toss your heavy words away?
Will you please at least realize that while waves change by day
Your stone left an imprint, and it's here to stay.
If you can imagine a world where sunlight
and forms radiant puddles all around...

If you can imagine a world where rays
and form an aquatic blanket for us...

That is the world where you and I will be together.
Breathe into me, multiply sources of life
Relinquish me, allow me to captivate night
I burn and I burn, great joy in *******
And gratitude, sir, as you aid my persuasion.
You are shining for us on the other side.
So I'll be Your moon; I will reflect Your light.

Oh, how You saved me from the Lion's Den.
Oh, how You've loved me time and time again.

So Lord, I am praying that I could shine as thee.
Because my Lord was willing to give His all for me.
I've been a sojourner in all the wrong places for all the wrong reasons
But  I have no intention to stop because through every season
All the clear pathways were barred and locked
So I just stumble along out of rhythm with the tick of the clock.
I dreamt that a
               covert visitor
               was at my

I awoke in a sweat
               at the thought
               of something
I need you in ways I can't control:
In addictive little ways that grow through the months.
Space between leaves me insatiable.

I need you in ways I don't understand:
In strange little ways that creep up on me.
Time apart leaves me confused.

I need you in ways I won't accept:
In conflicting little ways that play with my mind.
Complex circumstances leave me reluctant.

I need you in ways that force me to wish you never needed me.
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