You extinguished my hopes,
and you shattered the bones
protecting my heart. You
single handedly ripped the
breath from my lungs saturating
every atom with your presence.
I suppose though it's okay that
you hurt me because life isn't
always fair. And the ones we
love don't always infatuate
themselves into us in the
alikeness in which we did to
them.

Never ending wonder
Indifference forever swept away in the presence of a child their purchases not paid for with
Money but wonder spellbound they search with eyes of innocence much is reveled when there
Are no ulterior motives they wear a priceless attire starting with a smile that has no equal they
Alone can put any item of clothing on muss it up and then look like different degrees of angels
They create out of a whole wide world of material it can be simple sticks or sand at the shore
They find the best use of nothing and then give it an exalted state by hands and minds that as of
Yet have no limitations they truly are without guile they could spend ceaseless hours on the
Tiniest objects and endeavors but who can leave all the rest go so like butterflies they flit from
One area to another and by doing so give life a specialness never duplicated always we as adults
Wish if we could just return to terms and ideals so fabulous days without end nights are inviting
Go assured that at every turn a new thrill will spill out of the most common undisclosed place
don’t mention snow we see just a portion of the show instantly they go into highest
Sensitivity what spectacle they perceive the world already transformed then they go one higher
They infuse wonder and magic together they are the smallest kings and queens they march to
Rule their kingdom stirring and swirling more so than the snow and wind ever can they stride
And divide they come into close alikeness to God they are pure they believe everyone should be
Too and pass unbound into glories unfettered welcome to almost second childhood

What's so bad about breaking away from the pack?
Swimming against the current
Being kind in a cruel world

Why is being different considered weird?
Unique being negative
Alikeness encouraged

Since when is weird an insult?
Something frowned-upon
And taunted for

What has happened to our society?
Partaking in one general idea
And striving to fit the image

Why can't we break these walls?
Shatter this expectation
And maybe even rebuild our own

I want her to stay,
How I long for winter snow to never melt.
I beg her tires to fall from the axels,
To keep her near.
To cage such a bird,
Who has never sang before me,
Yet I can’t help but question,
What if she were to stay?
I long for a mother’s embrace,
And tremble at it’s absence.
Her words fall bittersweet,
Kissing her tongue in sour tones.
Telling me of our alikeness,
Makes the flowers in my ribcage bloom,
As she simultaneously picks these,
Greed glowing from her ghastly eyes.
But I want her to stay,
Beg for her love despite the pain.
She’s landed herself on one of my pedestal’s,
And fear coaxes me to let her stay there.
Distance offer’s salvation from her,
But my heart crumbles as if it’s foundations weren’t quite complete.
I want her to stay,
But it’s best if she goes.
A mother who cannot love,
Isn’t really a mother at all.

Compromised
between original and possible
losing the beat and a little of the rhythm
even the form
as the pulled words
fall afresh,
short of English,
far from the tree,
but cousin enough
to retain alikeness
and still echo a piece of me.

Simplicity in easy things
And peace in the flutter of the leaves
Spring has sprung
The sun kisses my cheeks
Worries fall from my shoulders

How I revel in the blossom
The bloom and the growth
The persistence and perseverance
Season after season
Century after century
They continue to flourish

With the warmth comes an comforting gratitude
I’m not jealous of the flowers
I am taking a leaf out of their book
Admiring their petals
Accepting that their growth
Doesn’t make mine less phenomenal
In fact
I’m glad we weathered these seasons together
An alikeness in nature