Where mud let us talk
When you cried for our future
What can I say now?

Shortness of breath, again
Tightness in chest, again

what's the point of all this stress
when it leads to another panic attack

what's the point of me trying to call you
when my hands just freeze at the screen

Shortness of breath, again
Tightness in chest, again

and again,

and again.

It's been a while
Since I've seen your face
But your name finds me every day

I beg and plead to leave you behind
But in my dreams and by name,
you find me every day

It's been a while
And you're a ghost to me

It's been a while
And I still don't know how I feel

Life has moments where a blossom presents itself
One can go their whole life looking for that moment
And it would not be a wasted life

Every breath there is a shine of light
That flickers and leaves
That is what we are made of

Life in every breath

This breath can change you
It can carry you
Into a life, not wasted

My wings beat against the storm that raged that night
A night that left me lost and without heart to fly

I raged against the theft of my heart

My wings shattered on the rocky slopes of emotion
Now grounded by mistakes of lust and rage

Here I sit alone, again my reckless rage taken hold
Refusing to release my mind from the torment of loss

With time, my wings are almost healed
The rage still stirs, and the winds still strong

I must wait longer before I am free, finally

Of the Rage
Of the Pain

I look up from my hellish world to a sky, blue and full
In my hands are the pages of pain I never sent

The words on them will never find you
Because you never found me

We so few
Who tread lightly on this earth
Carry with us our heart and mind
Carried away with the cascade of vision and dream

Brought out by the sun
Wanting only the peaceful murmur of a breeze

The few who tread
Uphill, downhill, or just along the way
Bring with you a story
Of love, hurt, hope...

Make a story that sings of life
Live a life that makes a story

The breath spent
Sweat that the soaks the earth and your work

Tell me why the time doesn't stop
So we rush to the next job
So we spend more breath
Waste more sweat

My open book calls me
Relaxing another poem from my mind
Setting my eyes on the next peak

A mountain worth the heaviest breath
The most sweat

A mountain that brushes against the blue sky
A sky barely wide enough to write my whole story

There is a mountain for me
A lone mountain
A cold mountain