It was of sticks and stones,
They shaped the words
That leave my breathless lips
And catch on the ends of your ears.

It was of moths and flames,
They guided my hopeful eyes
To the cracked sidewalks
That I would soon know as home.

It was of strings and tan paper,
They wrapped my heart
Like a present you didn't want to receive
But you accepted with a slim smile anyway.

It was of mist and fog,
That filled my clouded lungs
And drowned out my words
So they could never hang on the lobes of your ears.

But I like a mountain in the wind
Let you breeze past me,
The scent of warm blankets and hot rod cars
Passed with you

But your breeze whispered to me
At once the mist and fog cleared
And the moths receded from the flames
And the stones felt like mere pebbles

Have you ever seen a moth die,
Mid-flight?
Neither have I.
But imagine how it would drift
From the immaterial sky,
Upon the slightest currents of air,
Without even a whisper
That you or I
Would be able to hear..
What a sight.
With love
From above
As a guide,
Seemingly glowing
With mother moon’s light.

Dearest moth,
Just a week ago,
I feared you.

The way you bounce against things And recuperate
Like it never happened..

But now I see why
the hurt never bothered you.
Your only goal is a search for warmth
and light.
And nothing gets in your way.

I feared you.
But now I think
that everyone should be
just like you, Mr. Moth.

9/8/16

Day after day the days will unfurl
and from every table is a view of the world,
Around both the people perpetually are
Crossing their fingers when crossing their hearts,

Then stumble and falter as they rise
To yearn for lost time but then prophesize,
Of instances when car headlights will flicker
In meaningless Morse code from the foot of the river,

As calendars die and memories erase,
A single year rolls down my face.

Butterflies do not cocoon
Only moths are of that sway
They instead do the Chrysalis
They were born to be that way

So next time you write that line
Put up a disclaimer I say
Only moths cocoon in time
Butterflies don't cross dress that way

I'm kind of tired of seeing the pretty butterflies becoming moths because the executives tell them to be
The suit and tie looks dapper and nice until they tell you to dance nearly naked in front of thousands of people for profit
I hate to burst the bubbles you blew but i wouldn't point it out if it wasn't true
I don't wear masks unless it's on Halloween
You can find the security blanket in my words
And can feel the true emotion from them