The tree of life grows in a graveyard-
With my hands around the air,
I imagine you over there-
Sitting under the branches,
inhaling abuse
and
exhaling cursive.

How can one kiss
How can one day
Break open the sky

A new light, a new life
How you've kept yourself
Hidden, broken

Shut out from the rest
A feeling of isolation
You thought you loved so

But could it be worse?
Could you have had it any other way?
Could everything be nothing?

Could you keep pretending
Not to care, unable to feel
A tiny bit of love and love-ache

A kiss can mean a thousand things
And it could mean nothing at all

Sometimes I just
Wish I couldn't
Feel at
All

Stop
Let the music play,
Sing along to my favorite song.
Hold my hand
We can drive until we run out of gas.
Through this southern night
In our eighteenth year,
We laugh and stare.
I'm trying hard to feel again
Light the spark
And we'll wake up tomorrow and
Face our fears together.

the thunder talks to me
and tells me to be afraid
of it's glory
and power
and boom.
it tells me that if I don't want to see the lightning,
then I must close the windows and draw the shades
and turn my back.
The thunder sounds
even when there is no storm.
the thunder is always there within my heart,
warning me of the lightning,
telling me
to close my eyes
cover my ears
stay inside
and stay afraid.
always.

Words do not get attention
But the feelings behind them do

I am
  Not the one
          Who will deal with
                    All your lies and all
                           Your hatred. I am the one
                                     Who will perhaps send you to salvation.

*With my knife-sharpened words