I think I know why
You're so jealous
I think I know why
You're thinking I still love him

Your thoughts
Are a reflection
Of you heart

You get jealous
Because you are still in love
With your past
But it has locked its doors
And you cannot enter

And so you think
That maybe, maybe
I, too,
Am knocking
On my past's doors.

But I was the one to lock the doors
I can't see why you get jealous
When in all truthfulness,
I don't love him anymore

But maybe, maybe,
Maybe you're the one still knocking
On your past's door.

You remind me of wet socks
and November mornings.
A bitter sensation
that leaves me begging
to peel you off my soaked feet.
You overwhelm me.

On the eleventh day
Of the eleventh month
At the eleventh hour
Silence rings out loudly
As free people stand
In silent tribute
Heads down
And Chest out proudly

When the silence rules the land
What is inside your head
Are you thinking of those who lived
Are you thinking of the dead
The silence is a moment
To be thankful to be free
To reflect upon the price paid
For the unborn, you, and me

When the silence rules the land
Truly, do what's right
Think of those who aren't here
Those who've gone into the light
Think, would I ever do this
Could I do what these men did
They died as men, as soldiers
When they left, most...still a kid

On the eleventh day
Of the eleventh month
At the eleventh hour
When you stand and wait
Think of all those soldiers
Who passed the pearly gates
Think, of all your treasures
And, think....my life is quite nice
Because freedom isn't free to have
Freedom comes with a high price

We will all fall
Just like the leaves
Ending all
The tears we bleed
At seasons change
Our pain will end
Remember me
Goodbye my friend

*The Suicide Diaries

Pale winter sunlight
pours over my left shoulder.
Swelling gibbous moon
lodges itself,
lives here,
for now,
in my tiny chest.

As we reach the peak of summer
And the index swelters
Our skin wet
Dripping in sweat
We curse the sun
And pray for the night
We long for the days
Overcast and grey
When the trees pallor
And their leaves scatter
The satisfying
Crunch
Crunch
Crunch
And walks through the park
Sidewalks mimic the sunset light
Suddenly our lives are painted
Orange, yellow, red
I'll mutter
"I'd like to see autumn in New York some day
Evening coffee with you in a café"
Pedestrians strolling by
New jackets in polyester, cotton, and wool
Darker denim and
Show off the boots
In the summer months
In the southern states we long for
We pray for
We wait for
A breezy chill
And time to ****
With the ones we love
As night falls
And the stars rise
The air is stained with smoke
Fires are stoked
The fireplace tokes
Take my July
Give me October
Summer is plain
Autumn is for lovers

Those November days I ought to know so well;
How they might often pass like a quick breathe,
Amidst you at once, and soon leaving nothing left.

The puddles after storms would emerge standing swamps;
And the cloudy sky would cast a constant haze.
Around, silently, life would go on, for countless days.

My journal would saturate like that of one
A bard weeping who had cried upon
           Just a mild tune to cast a moment away.