if petals droop too far
without sustenance
what harm will slicing them do
if it brings back their shine later?

Poetry:
For me it used to be the release of all the things I was holding inside, but now I see it was really just a way for me to hide.
Hide from you, or him, or maybe even myself: put some words on some pages to silence the growing cries for help
I saw that you were beautiful, and I held on.
Maybe I tried to push you away, maybe I knew you wouldn’t stay,
Maybe it was me creating my own self destruction or maybe it was the way you craved my construction
My construction of you from the pieces I found, the pieces I found that had been laying on the ground

But maybe you were just beyond fixing and maybe I should have never picked up tools in the first place.

sunny afternoons in the mall
strawberry ice-cream dripping
onto the manicured lawn
we'll laze in the shade of the big oak tree
you fall asleep while I try to speak

we make angels in the snow
your lines are sharp and defined
in the light mine falls in shadows
I store away the laughter
you leave around so carelessly

under the warm whites
steam is still rising
from your coffee mug
you left untouched
the wind chimes by the door
sound like your smile
sound like the ending of a day

Be as You Are Friend!

Confuscius
Not To Be Mixed with
Confussion

Bye to your hugs
Bye to your kisses
Bye to all the lies
Hello to the new journey
Hello new friend
Don't say bye

Under the blue moon, I've
Yet to see separation of love;
Yet to see conflicting schedules;
Yet to see distant distance;
Though, I dream of these.