Some Angels are Blue they say
Flying higher and faster than any others
Sky rocketing towards a sun they cant see past
I sat on the roof of my childhood house
Watching, mesmerized, focused on the #12
That number zooms farther and faster than the rest
Always my favorite number
Years later I met that pilot
Just too hear he died the next week
I didn't know when I was just watching
Imagining myself in the **** with that person
Someone so brave and brilliant
While I was scared I'd fall from the 9 foot fall
Terrified, I held on to small lips of the shingles
Shaking each time a plane got close
Being just a few miles away, the house shook each time
I cried a lot that day
Sobbing silently as my emotions overthrew me
I sat petrified, but determined to be in the sky
The smell of sweet smoke filled the air from a small grill
It distracted me as tears fell
Focused on the light in my eyes,
I didn't have to worry about if my mother would switch
She was doing good
Sober for a few weeks strong, it could change at any moment
The ladder ledged against the house rumbled
Frequent with each stretch of the sky rockets passing
This was one of the best days I hold in my memory
I can see my little sister sitting beside me
Telling me not to be scared as she holds my hand
I wish to never forget

It’s so fresh in my memory
the day you showed me,
I just wish
the one to feel it first
could be me,

Still remember my first tattoo
the day I got it,
Marked the one I always called home
finally knew what I wanted,

Now I notice I’ve got myself inked again
but with an invisible one,
Just enough to make me feel
that you are the one,

Do you realize no one can make
you laugh the way I do,
But I do know I’ll never look at a sunset
without thinking of you,

You are the tattoo I will never regret,
As I’ll always remember,
you are the one
who made me a poet…

You know that
There are always
Stars
Even when the clouds
Are most dense
But they will always
Go away eventually
Sometimes you have to
Stop
And remember things
Like these

Sometimes it’s hard for me to remember what it feels like to be happy.
The last time I saw that emotion I was putting it in a Box to store away.
The memory sometimes emerges from my head,
but is quickly submerged by the growing darkness within my own mind.
I will remember those days of a smile always being on my face,
and soon black tendrils come to darken the moment.
I still have the Box that contained all my happiness in my room,
It haunts me. But I adore the Box.
I adore the thought of my happiness still existing somewhere out there.
That Box used to mean the world to me,
but now it only torments me.
I want to open the Box and remember the joy I once felt, the love that was stored away.
Although I could always do that,
I know doing so will drag me into more darkness.
So what should I do with the Box?

I wonder, do you ever wonder?
How far we have come along.
With all those fights and in all those thunder.
We managed to live so long.
You made mistakes and yes I did blunder.
Still, we forgave, as we know where we belong.
I remember, you remember how we met at first.
It wasn't the best nor the worst.
We were happy keeping alive the thirst
Looking back, I see us in each day submerged.