There exists a place
you barely remember
where all the children go

A land of sweets,
imagination
sculpted landscape of words

And every child
spends hours there
thinking of things never thought before

But as we grow
inevitably
children forget the candy-powder path

And that wondrous land
is lost in the bittersweet
tide of time, pain

But some adults,
as they blunder though
find their way back to that land

They sink in the candy
cloud meadows, and giggle
at the sugar-spun dragonflies

But some children
as they grow
refuse to leave the peppermint forest

And others see them
thinking, “How strange,
the air around them is sweet.”

I wander there
floating on
lady fingers across coffee seas


And someday I know
you’ll wander back
stumble into the gumdrop farm

I’ll spy you with
my sugar-spy glass
and turn black-licorice sails to shore

And we’ll chase twizzler deer
and marzi-foxes, and
play like we used to

Until that day,
I’ll plan adventures in spearmint fields
until the day you

Remember Me.

You get thought of everyday.
And as I scroll through our messages I realize all the **** we have been through
But it only goes back so far.
For in april when you said to forget about you...
I made the attempt to do so.
I erased you from my life.
I erased the messages.
I erased your number.

...
I didn't know that that wouldn't be the last time your number would be in my phone.
I didn't know we would share the night with eachother months after that.
I didn't know your fingers would please my womanhood for the hundredth time.
I didn't know our tongues would dance together for the thousandth time.
I didn't know our bodies would interlock for the millionth time.
I thought we were over...
But we weren't.  and im not really sure who's fault that is.
Who is to blame for this continued affair?
Is it the one in lust or the one in love?

I want to give you all of me because
you need it more than I do
You need my soft hands,
my supple heart, my forgiving words
So much more
than I need myself, my time, my being
More than I need my life itself

See, I’d forget myself to help you remember yourself
I’d let you steal my heart to fix your own
All so you can feel whole again,

but when you don’t need me anymore
when my fingers don’t fix your pain
and my heart doesn’t sooth over your wounds
and you decide you’re better off without me,
don’t forget,

you weren’t a chapter in my life
You were my whole book
And, yeah, you can write yourself a new one
With your perfected body becoming the star
And you can go,
and leave me
and start a new novel in your life

but me, see, I can’t move on
because in fixing you
I broke myself
And I can’t even write a new sentence
Without every single word being tainted by your breath
Let alone start a new books

She is my guardian and my mentor,
She is my greatest ******,

Shame, god love her more than I do,
Everything suddenly vanished,

The world became dull,
Life became worthless,

Every love, every passion, every devotion  abducted without sympathy,
Leaving only sweet memories to be kept as treasure.

I was eleven, the first time I saw you.
I thought you were sweaty, and that your hair was too long.
I had just skipped two straight months of school,
they had told you about me and I hated that.

I was twelve, the first time I met you.
I remember my classmates were uninspired
and equally uninspiring.
I wrote things for you, I wanted you to know that
I wasn't like them.
I not only thought things through, I couldn't stop.
I wrote to keep from going crazy.

You showed me your plays,
your poetry,
your short stories.
You showed me college english textbooks
full of various prose,
each one flavored slightly differently.

You showed me The Giver,
and Dead Poet's Society.
I wondered if you really fancied yourself
the captain,
leading your charges into vast fields of knowledge,
and what's more,
appreciation for the knowledge.

You were the teacher that made kids
want to teach.
You looked after me.
Made sure I was fed.
Signed me up for extra credit,
even when I said no.
You showed me what it was like
to have someone's support.
You showed me love.

When I went to high school
we stopped talking,
except for the occasional email.
But I had a boyfriend
And I smoked ***
And I didn't want
to let you down.

When I graduated, I sent you an email.
Explained everything.
I begged to see you,
to talk about all that happened.
You never replied.

You died the week before I received my diploma.
Since then,
I've been going off of soundbite bits of advice
you once gave me,
trying always to remind myself that I can do this,
because
you showed me.

I once saw the world in your eyes;
I still think of you.

It wasn’t until I saw you in my dreams that I realized:
You’re just fiction in my mind.

You never deserved a spot in my head—
a constant string of unaware thought.

I still think of you…
and I have no idea why.

Ghosts of snows
swirl, slow...
fall humbly 'top
our heads-
each leaf
knowing
just where to step,
how to avoid
trespass.

Long aft
the idle melt,
facades evaporate;
leaves brisk breaths of
calm
while ghosts of laughter play...

So
Warm. Sure. Steady.
It bristles the skin-
And
I'm fine
just knowing.