her bones ache as she moves.
her mind won't follow the rules.

she looks so worn,
i've got a lot to learn.

she knows this life so well.
many secrets she could tell.

however, she keeps her lips sealed,
for she knows it will soon be revealed.

Your eyes are the sweetest kiss of all
Your smiles are the brightest list of small
sweet thing, that keep me singing
And stringing musicals out in the rain

It's the kiss in the touch of your hand
In the cookies burned in the baking pan
crying one batch went bad
But I see you're not sad over coffee and cards

You're the gasoline to my spark
The sand to my toes
The ravine in my heart
That nobody knows
You're the river that carves out
The shivers and doubt
And finds that the ocean can wait
Buried in sky we're satisfied -high on our fate

You remember the words I forgot
That December my heart was in knots
that it tied down the three words
I'd known you deserved but you let it go

I remember the letters I burned
The tear etched pages I turned
Around into long-winded prose
For my long distance hopes in your arms

You're the scene to my art
The sand to my toes
The ravine in my heart
That nobody knows
You're the river that carves out
The shivers and doubt
And finds that the ocean can wait
Buried in sky we're satisfied - high on our fate.

I'm growing out my hair.
Not because I'm really in love with the whole hooligan look.
More so because I feel as though it keeps me just a
liiiiittle bit closer to my youth.
Because I do not at all mind when people call me crazy,
with my wild thick hair.
I am crazy.
I'm probably crazy because I still want to keep
the child in me sheltered in my mind, my heart.
I always want to dream and I always want to play video games
and if theres a five year old in the room,
I'm up for pretending with you.
(So long as I'm not playing my video games)
I'm growing out my hair.
Not because I want my girlfriend to tell me she likes it or something,
but because I always wanted to when I was a kid.

I wish to age like a wrap-around porch
In a thunder storm,
While generations tell tales,
Sipping drinks.
A porch of blinking stars,
A shelter out of rain,
With ascending and descending friends.

I will age like a tree,
Grow stronger in the wind;
Give shade and shelter to all
Beneath my ring-aged limbs.

I wish to age as a river bends,
Contiguous with all shores;
Floating everyone I know
On eternal waters,
A current winding with no rest.

I will age like a star,
Burning bright, giving light,
Something to reach for.

I wish to age like a mountain,
With secret caves and riches.
And you can rock your soul
Around, over or through,
Solid, snow-capped summit,
Beckoning you.

I will age as the moon,
In stages, full and new;
Each night different,
Unnoticeable fading,
As all who age will do.

I had a dream last night
about you
as I spoke to you
I noticed
that
you had grey in your hair
and I woke up in a cold sweat
because it meant that I
had also
gotten way older
than I ever intended to be

I miss those days; When the wind would blow in my ear and the world would disappear

I miss those days; When you would hold my hand and whisper "I'm here"

I miss those days; When I could look into your eyes and feel apart of you.  

You where my shadow and I was yours.

But the world has grown old and so have we. Our children have led their own lives and left us to be.

Then you blew away from me.. and our love was lost with no words.

I hope to see you in heaven someday.

But still my heart pumps your blood and still I am your shadow.

For I really do miss those days.

I am growing old by the minute, my bones have begun to ache and groan.

So wait in the shadows until I die. For then we can stand and watch the world swirl by.

Maybe the world is better this way, but oh how I still miss those days.

Life is a light bulb.
We begin this life as children,
fresh out of the box,
faithful that the light will always shine.
Smiling faces are illuminated
with careless smiles.
As we age,
the flawless glass embarks on a journey
to dusty, *****, darkness.
Flickering on again, off again.
Flicker, flicker, flicker.
The more we grow,
the dimmer life becomes.
Gleamy turns to gloomy.
Bright ideas fade into obscurity.
Slowly but surely it begins to fade to grey.
The warmth gradually dissolves.
We desperately, frantically search for
the childish light we once held,
and shared to mightily with the world.
We soon realize,
there is no more light to be shared.
Flicker, flicker, flicker.
Suddenly,
All too suddenly. . .

The bulb burns out.
We are left in the cold.

My life is a light bulb
and it's flickering away.