When you were still
Wiping your nose on your sleeve
And were convinced that birds
Were feathery things with wings
And love was a distant animal
That stalked much older lads,
About which you were glad,
You played in fields, buck wild
And grew in strength and might
Until she came into your sight.
The prettiest bird among all
And you couldn’t help but fall.
The distant animal had come
Stalking you at last.
And you were quite glad,
My lad.

That calcified heart

Within your chest
Will never have rest,
It will remain alone.

It will remain stone
As long as you deny,
As long as you lie.

Until you stand up for your part.

She kept her freak hidden
Well out of sight
In the back of her closet
And only let it out at night
To crawl up on her bed
And climb into her head
Then it would
See through her eyes

When down, and
Disappointed
With the world,

Remember

The scarecrow
Had a heart
All along.

There was indeed
A heart within
The straw.

(I know it was the Tin Man.)

I am obsessed with the strange, chaotic, and beautiful world
With its life, which we cobble together out of the madness

Another week has come and gone
And as life moves on and on

We become the fabric with which to wrap around
The loved, those we have loved, and those who loved us

And those we will eventually love
Another one has come and gone

And life moves on and on

Through waves that crash upon our shores
And tides that churn and turn, tossed about
With each swell to rise anew, as each returns.
In the depths we sink, or we begin to swim,

Then, suddenly find that on the shore we stand.

Though battered, torn, and scarred are we,
Injuries serve to remind us of the churning tide of life.
Each is a reminder of where we are and have been
And that in the midst of such turmoil, we swam.

I have left,
I am gone.

I will not be
coming home.

Please,
remember me fondly.
Love always