In every little thing you do
Be fair and true
Not only for others good.
For what you sow, the world gives to you.
More than the seed you can hold,
Your harvest in multiple folds.


From the top, the ground is hard to see.
The ground is where we slept,
Where we dreamt,
And lept;
In hope to find our strength.
Up, you are today,
Heed, is all i'll say.
For next time you fall to the ground
It may be in the cold hands of death.
Heed.

Handle with care
It said
On the side of that box
Tend caution
It said
Printed onto that sticker
Fragile
It said
Labels on the glass
This side up
It said
Just underneath the arrows
Pointing to the sky

Breakable
It said
Only after I had been broken

You can be around a person forever,
and still, you'll never know
their true character.

Words from our mouths can be swords
from a sheathe.
An arrow on a bow.
A stone from a sling.

Smiles from people around
you aren't always
genuine.

Blood is thicker than water. Be
wary, their knowledge of
you are their own
set of knives...

..her lips
so smooth and with
every word
she commanded
for more..so sweet I couldn't think
of something else
perhaps more bitter..
face with impurities and
a faintly rough yet
soothing and graceful
aftertaste.
When we went to that camping trip in California one time,
I saw her...raw.
Walking around in the darkness  
warm wind swiftly blowing her hair in the distance
with nothing but a long lumberjack shirt
with only one button buttoned.
Only seen with the fire pit still glowing being fed from earlier.

when we shared glances across the pit
I knew I fell in love
and I couldn't get enough.

While silence is golden,
our speech is silver
Use at the appropriate time
because they are killer

From a silvern tongue
to glittering silence
Both can be peaceful
as well as defiant