I loves … I loves …
Bumbly Bees,
With skinny legs
And big fat knees.

With golden rings
And black ones too,
They buzzy buzz
As all bees do.

They hover low
As they have planned,
Choose a flower
And then they land.

Grabs some pollen
And buzzes away,
But will be back
One bumbly day.

I loves … I loves …
Bumbly Bees,
With skinny legs
And big fat knees.

I killed a bee today,
It reminded me of a classmate
Lost years ago.
I saw him leave with a smile,
A car ate his chest.
As mine
Killed a bee.
That's the problem with motorcycles
On the road;
In a car
Nobody notices,
Dragonflies,
Fireflies,
Regular flies,
Some misfortune cats
Tired of having so many lives.
I wiped a bee off my jacket,
Like I change the channel.

A sunflower looking for its sun,
A candle looking for its match,
Stick with whom, with you?

A moon looking for the sun,
A bee looking for its queen,
Sizing things up, with no one?

A sun waiting for you to bloom,
A match waiting to be lit,
Upside down, back to you.

A sun waiting to be found,
A queen waiting for its honey,
Bunch of thoughts, I'm alone.

Hive behind the fact that I shower you in petals,
remember who gave you wings.
I wrap every limb around those antennas, and I listen.
You relieve the fear of being stung by something so horrible,
I use to hide behind bushels of lies,
blanket myself in dead flowers.

Now, I hive within you, make my home in something that brings me sweets.
I hive in the taste of an unknown kiss,
I thrive in a kingdom of crystal wings and patterned glee,
honey sweet touches that bring life into me.
Allow me to be the field of flowers in the dead night of spring,
harvest what I have left, let the body sing.

Take me back to the warmth of the comforting honeycomb,
and I will follow you wherever you roam.
No distance is too long, no field big enough for me,
to always, and forever, be with my darling honey bee.

-honey comb tastes best when picked from your lips
-Chloe Aldecoa

I died that night,
it was over.
I chose not to fight,
for peace of mind.
or so I thought…

“learn to forget”,
I tell myself every minute,
but I see you everywhere.
I close my eyes and give a sigh,
and imagine you’re near.

I have no regrets,
nor apologies to give,
only but memories to offer.
nothing matters,
nothing but you.

soon i’ll wake up,
maybe I’ll see you again.
if not this lifetime,
maybe the next.
see you

The heart is wanting,
The soul is yearning
Trying desperately not to say a word,
for it might fall on deaf ears