#30day
daffodils are one of my favorite things
they spring up from the earth
often unannounced
in places you never knew they were
empty lots, parks, and such
they arrive
reach for the sun like an old friend
follow the light from sun up to set
brighten the day of passersby
if only for a short time
soon they’ll hide
buried in the ground
don’t fret
they'll always be back in March
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 1:37 AM UTC
places to fall in love:
a café, while sipping on their charm
at a museum, where they're still the masterpiece
an arcade, as you let them win your heart
on a rollercoaster, where there's nothing like that rush
in a theater, while holding their hand tight
on a paddle boat, where teamwork is key
a garden, add water and watch love take root
a bookstore, as your fingertips brush their spine
on the bay, with ocean mist kisses
in their arms, the safest place
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 7:40 PM UTC
if everyone could see inside your head
what embarrassing things would they find?
a school kid prank where your pants fell below your waist
or that time your card was declined
when you mispronounced organism in class
or choking on communion at church
mine would be that I still love my mom
despite everything
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC
there’s a few things I carry
despite not having a need
tiny things hidden in my pack
but they don’t bother me
a fossilized shark tooth is my favorite
given to me by a child
next is four different lipsticks
all roughly the same shade
a rock shaped like a triangle
I found on the bay
two pairs of gloves
one brown, one black
a limited edition Dum-dum pop
picked up from my bank
a button from my jacket
I still need to fix
three pens
one black, two blue
still the most useless thing I carry
is my love for you
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 12:50 AM UTC
falling over roots of past love
bumps permanently in route
covered by lichen
hidden nearly completely by time
run safely
dance lightly
for the roots are always underfoot
emerging even in the clearest of meadows
where brooks babble
fauna flock
flowers grow freely
a refuge from roots
even in this refuge
roots start to emerge
they see the brook with thirsty eyes
they long for one long sip
be careful
for when they spring up
fauna will panicked
flowers will refuse to bloom
dismantling your safe place
wanting to consume
don’t stand idle
for the roots will wrap you up
reclaim you as their own
leech water from your brook
safety is a desert
dark, dry, and dull
no brooks
no flowers
no fauna
no place for you at all
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 1:40 PM UTC