I wish that one day I will

write words

that would pierce hearts

and seem as if

they were woven with magic

touch lives

and come alive

I wish inspiration

would come as easily

as a bee is drawn to honey

I wish

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I (hate) poetry.

Where has he gone?

That Gabriel I knew

The Gabriel who laughed

and teased with the stars in his eyes

The Gabriel who loved

being

himself


Where has he gone?

Somebody tell me

and when you find him

bring.

him.

back.

please.


Where has he gone?

away

he moved

away

made choices that

pushed him

away

from us

from Him


he's dying, I think

slowly

but he doesn't know

I tried to tell him

but

he brushed my words aside

and let them slip through his fingers


People change

but this

I hate the most.

The change that

breaks you

wrings you like a wet rag

and makes you ask yourself

Where has he gone?

Is there a word for the way the heart aches,
the way it longs to be filled,
but nothing on earth will suffice?

Is there a word for that hole
inside
gnawing slowly
then spitting back that
disgusting, chewed up mess
you call a self?

Is there a word for the way you try
to hide the beast inside
and you try so hard
then just watch yourself fall apart?

Is there a word for the feeling
of your soul being one, big
mass of tangled yarn
and you just can't seem to undo the knots?

Is there a word for pain
real pain
the kind that has used up every tear you've got,
is there a word for that pain?

Who knows?
But then again,

Is there a word for the way
realization hits you hard
in the gut
and shakes you by the shoulders
leaving you breathless and gasping?

Is there a word for the way
you hear a whisper in your spirit
that assures you of love
an unending
unfailing
unshakable
love?

Is there a word for that feeling
when you've been found
and are running back
into waiting, open arms?

Is there a word for when your
heart is being mended
and you feel whole
like you've never felt before,
is there a word for that joy?
and that peace?

Who knows?
Maybe someday,
but for now

be still, child.

be still.

Skinny love,
Smile.
You’re beautiful,
Don’t you know?

Skinny love,
Hush.
Don’t cry.
I want you,
Don’t you know?

Skinny love,
Stop.
Stop thinking
Stop listening to
Stop telling yourself
Lies.
I chose you,
Don’t you know?

Skinny love,
You
Are
Loved
Don’t you know?

Remember Me in the days of your youth
before the days of trouble come
and the time arrives when you will say
you don’t want to live
anymore.

When the sun and its light
and the moon and its stars
grow dark
and the clouds return after the rain;

                                                     I love you.

When the keepers tremble
and the strong ones fall
when fear reigns in the hearts of men
and those looking through the windows give up;

                                                     I love you.

When the doors are closed
and there’s no way out,
when morning dawns
but the birds’ songs fade;

                                I love you.

When mountains fall
into the heart of the sea
and its waters quake and foam
and the earth shakes with their surging,

                            I love you.

When danger lurks around every corner
and passions no longer burn
and you watch helplessly as the ones you love
make their beds in the blackest hole

                  I love you.

When the dust returns to where it came from,
and the spirit returns to the One who gave it
and your flesh fails you
and your sight grows dim
and all hope is lost
and there is no one there

Remember,
I love you.

i am a keeper
a hider
never a seeker

your thoughts
your secrets
the things you hoard
the way you are
i know.
i know them all.

don’t you worry,
i will keep them
hide them
and no one
will find them.

i am
strong and sturdy
dark as night
a firewall made
to conceal and
protect.

i will keep them
safe,
this i promise.
but, really,
how safe
your secrets will be
is
up
to
you.

flip*                                           flip
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you can
fly on a pegasus
whisper to willows
sing with sirens
and dance with dragons
with just
one
             flip

so, pick up
that softbound teleporter
that portable magic
that gift you can open
again and
again
and
again.
pick up a book

           flip

discover,
and
dream.