Day.

It's moments like these
Which I so love
We're separated
But together
Don't need to say a thing
We just listen

Eventide.

She stares up into the sky
Twilight has always been her favorite
A canopy of hues from another world
Impossible to describe in words
Something pulsating
The color of a fading blossom
Yes, there are dark clouds
Scattered and broken
And the silhouettes
Of ghostly trees
But a scintillating resurrection
Bursts on the horizon
Tracing the outline
Of a pool of visible echoes
Which blurs undefined into darkness
And there
Squinting
She begins to see stars.

Cars.

The cars are loud tonight

As they drive down my street

Their lights flood my room

And I turn over

The water's running

A door closing

But loudest are my thoughts

Shouting don't let her sleep.

Honestly?

She stops and stares at her sand castle

Then pounds it into dust

Dives deep into its depths

And buries herself in its remains.

Choking, she screams:

I don't deserve any of it!

Regret.

Desperately

Hopeless.

Break me

To pieces.

I need

To shatter

To realize

What matters.

Ghost.

I retrace my steps

I've left something behind

But the room is empty

See, you're still on my mind

There you are sitting

And there I am too

I'd gladly go insane

If I'd always see you.

Sleepless.

Dear little story of mine,
You keep me up until dawn sometimes.

Please.

Please don't ask me
I don't want to lie
My one request
Please turn your eyes
Focus on her
Focus on you
Please forget about me
I'll make it through

As long as I remember
That someone remembers me.

Intent.

She stands on the table and screams,

Hey, you!
Yes, you.
You make it all mean something.

Sight.

At the sight of you
My head bursts into poems
Thousands of couplets, sonnets, stanzas
All overflowing
From my mind's race to describe

At the sight of you
My heartbeat becomes a melody
Our starlit songs
Swell and resound in the sky

If you would just stand there
I think I could write a song
A hundred miles long

Counting.

Let it be enough.
Oh, please let it be enough.
I'm tired
Of these sudden knives
Just let it be enough
Enough until spring.

Autumn.

Windows open
Wasn't I just here?
Flashes
It's soccer season
But no, I'm not playing anymore
Lights
Flooding down onto concrete
A parking lot
Friends and funnel cake
Running
Up the hill
To a railroad
Curling up on the tracks
Let's play hide-and-seek
The smell
Of my dad's sweatshirt
And of Mom's pumpkin candle
Burning
Over the mantle
Opening the door
To a kitchen and cider
Friends that once were
Now
We start it all again
In autumn.

Seasons.

God, thank you for seasons.
Thank you that not everything lasts.

Trace.

No, I do think I'll be okay
This time around.

Not just for the summer,
But for our lives.

Subconscious.

You know, I had this dream

It was just a dream

Yet it won't leave my mind

So let me slip it into yours

Thing is, you were there

You don't know who you are, I guess

But perhaps you do

It was like a story

Memories mixed with fantasies

A crowded cabin full of faces

And yours, there in the distance

Smiling,
Waiting

I swore it was real

Then we broke into day

I lifted my eyes to the deepest blue sky

The clouds were an ocean

And I fell, captured, onto soft, bright grass

I didn't glance sideways

But you had lain beside me

It's these images

Which print onto my subconscious

One day, maybe they'll fuse with reality

I hope

Across.

Must have been about this time
Yeah, it must have been about this time
It was you and me
Learning to fly
Walking past rails beneath a sunset sky

To scrape at understanding
Would be to scrape the clouds
Yet the most beautiful thing
Is that you crashed through
I'll never know how, but somehow you knew

And you came without a word
Following a constellation path
You crossed every universe
Settled down on my earth
And diffused into the air

I woke in a field of galaxies
Stood to face the dawn
Your atmosphere filled my lungs
Stardust shot through my blood
And with meteor hearts we came to life.

Goodnight. Goodnight.

Oh, I hate repeating myself

Sorry I tend to stutter

Oh, but you know why

I simply don't know what to say

When you take my breath away

I Miss You.

Hello there
The angel from my nightmare
I miss you too.

Riot.

Lonely boy, don't you dare.

Lonely boy, stay over there.

Growing boy, hush your voice.

Growing boy, you've no choice.

Clever boy, who are you?

Clever boy, see them through.

Dreamer boy, crush the fear.

Dreamer girl is very near.

Request.

Dear dream,
Take me
Away
To an open land
Let me
Run
And
Fly
Create
A fantasy
Tonight
I want to find the world of my childhood.

Wandering.

She opens the door
Looks out into the shimmering curtains of water
And with one step
She's gone.

He watches it roll off the rooftop
Stares up at the white sky
What would it be like to fly?
He slips down the stairs.

Bare feet splash the streams
She spins and dances along the street
Not caring who hears her laugh
Arms wide, catching the gems on her skin.

Down the sidewalk
Across the bridge
He's wandering
Because somewhere, the rain is singing.

September rain
Is the perfect time
To raise her voice
And listen to the thunder.

It's getting closer
He sees a figure in the distance
Flickering in the downpour
And he hears the soundtrack of his summer.

Invoked.

She finishes typing her message
On the telegraph
Looks out the window
And her heart skips a beat
It's pouring.

As if she called down the rain
With her message
Of memory.

Now.

Sometimes
My heart takes
Ten minutes
And forty-five seconds
To explain itself.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B5IlxIzL8mw

(Close your eyes.)

Preparing.

I sit by this window
And prepare for war.
Oh, it's nothing unusual, dear.
Just one day more.

So Much.

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All or Nothing At All.

You feel your heartbeat loudest

When it's breaking.

I want you.

All or nothing at all.

Conquistador.

Thinking about last night.

Thinking about evening

When everything was bright.

You know, it wasn't chance,

Not quite

That placed our bench under a patch of twilight.

Learning things about you

I never would have guessed

Deciding that you've got to be the best one

Of the best.

We could sail past the trees, you know,

Into our favorite sky

How perfect it all was

As we looked over the crest

Here you came upon my call

Yeah, I never would have guessed

Everything

That happened

So fast.

On your knees in seconds

Terror seized your heart

After all this, still desperate

That it wouldn't fall apart.

And it's in these moments

That I see the depths of you.

Crying out.

Holding tight.

In disbelief.

Voice breaking.

Eyes staring.

Over and over.

Explaining.

It's a wrench in my chest.

These words have begun to blur.

Rollercoaster.

We know it's coming

As we climb up each mountain

It's only a matter of time

Before we go crashing down again.

Either your breath is sucked away

Or you're screaming at the top of your lungs

Twists and pitfalls

Dark tunnels along the way

Still we strap ourselves into the ride

With buckles, bars and harnesses.

Leave your valuables behind, love-

No way to hold onto them

Yeah, so we slowly crest the wave

And peer over the edge

But as we go down,

Are we falling or flying?

Follow.

A picture's worth a thousand words

Which, of course, makes it easy.

Sometimes there are no words,

In which case we have to settle

For pictures

Or code

Or

This time, though, come with me.

Come follow me to where I sit

In a hard, wooden chair 

It's the softest place I've been all day.

Before me, ice seeps into dark coffee

Laced with milk and syrup

And the gray dusk of a day that had nowhere to go

Seeps in through the window

I look out at the bent trees and the harsh wind

Behind me, the soft melodies of John Mayer murmur

I'm waiting for tomorrow

To sweep me up again.

Don't think I'm ready

But then again, I never am

Doesn't matter how many times

I sit here, alone with my thoughts and a dismal singing man.

Check.

Open your eyes

You're paralyzed in bed

Look around, love-

It was all in your head

Just another dream, love,

Where you lost him again

But look down at your hands

There's no note to be read

No letter delivered by a shadow

Describing perfectly how he died

He's still around, dear

And not only in your mind

The roses are there by your pillow

The promise round your neck

So get up, move on, your day has begun

With an ordinary reality check

Blessings.

Talking to you today and reading your letter.

Remembering.

Less pain?

Smiling now.

Schoolbooks.

Coffee.

Music. Writing.

Crystal.

Wide open lawn.

Megan.

Three compliments.

Ukulele.

Waving.

My favorite faces.

Jonah.

Hugs.

Verses. Laughing.

A door opening.

Stars.

Finally.

"You're Beautiful."

Peephole.

At sunset,

If you crouch down by the staircase

And look to the door

There's a certain spot

You may have to crane your neck

But when you find it

Through the peephole

Comes

A whirlwind of light and color

Almost blinding

Feathered on the edges

More hues than you've ever seen

Blending, swirling, dancing

Sparkling

Brilliant

It's like finding you.

Prayer.

You hold the pail of water over my head,

But I ask one thing of you:

Please don't wake me up.

I'm too afraid that I'll drown.

Longing.

Some days

Are longing days

I long to walk the city streets

Or to swim down to the depths

Or to create my own world and breathe it in

I think we call it longing

Because it makes every moment

Longer.

Today was a longing day.

But today

I longed for

What I always long for.

So all I can do

Is repeat that promise

And sleep well,

Sleep well.

Unfair.

It's just that the colors are almost the same.

Which is, of course, wrong.

Ungrateful.

Trying to forget

How much I want it back

Quick, turn on the music

Need to hear some sounds I know and understand

But our song starts playing

And my head is in my hands.

Somehow.

He walks in
With his eyes set straight ahead
His face fighting a smile,
He knows
Just what he's doing

Her eyes glance upwards

And her world explodes into

Light

Sparks, fireworks everywhere

But they're blurred

From the sudden, stinging

Tears

He sees those eyes

A reflection of their shared, hidden hope

Bursting forth now

Brilliant and so

Beautiful

They've made it.

How?

He's here.

He wasn't supposed to be

She didn't let herself hope

And yet

By accident she kept looking out the window

By accident

She jumped at every opening door

Did he do okay?

Was he wrong to keep it from her?

No,

Here she comes now

Running at full speed

Crashing into his arms

It's so hard to let go

But the thing is,

She already did.

And now he's here

No more letting go.

Somehow,

Thank you.

Half.

Today, in the light of the falling sun

The moon shows half its face

It's at war

Breaking Through.

So this is what we've decided to do?
I'm talking to me and I'm talking to you.

We all hurt the same way but no one can know,
For it's far too frightening to let those things show.

So get on your blog and write about someone
Whose name you think you can hide from everyone. . . .

I know your name.

I see souls screaming as I scroll down the page.
We all feel this panic and sorrow and rage.

Are you still certain you're really alone?
Look around you, my friend, let us carry you home

To a world where we all see each other so clear:
Raw, paper faces down, poisoned with fear.

I swear I know your name.

So what will it take for us all to break through?
I'm talking to me and I'm talking to you.

It starts with the first of us taking that step.
So here goes: You still haven't seen me yet.

I scream inside when the moments are gone
Because I can't see any hope in moving on;

So much darkness has shrouded my past
That I wonder how long all this light can last.

Fear of the future paralyzes my thoughts.
I only trust because faith's all I've got.

Now I dare you to come out from behind your wall.
You know we're anchored together, after all.

September.

I know you won't be there tomorrow

I have to know that

Because the worst death is the one with hope so near

So I'm sparing myself pain,

Really

Can anything be better than bittersweet anymore?

Another sun soaked season

Fades away.

Happy first of September, my sanity.

Epic.

And sometimes 

If my eyes shine differently when I look into yours

I'm sorry

I hope you don't mind

It's just that I've been spending time in ink and paper

Taking myself to our world of yesterdays

And when I return

You're even more beautiful than before