The Ballad of the Sanguine

You like girls like her
She's shy and dark and oh so deep
And I fall hard for boys like you
Who don't like girls like me
I'm wild like the whistling blades of
Tall grass in the summertime
Simple, smiling, silly
My arms out wide like endless skies
A burst of sunlight beaming
Inside a clear as daytime glass
I tried to wear a grimace but
It came out as a laugh
And I tried to sit still quietly
But instead I leapt and danced
I tried to win you over but
You looked through me instead.

your word

your word has been bent and broken and twisted and ruined
so many times before
you break promises like
flimsy shards of fragile glass
falling effortlessly onto
cold, unfeeling tile

i hate to say it but
you should know

your word means nothing now.

My sweet, little loneliness

My sweet, little loneliness
I know you so well
I slip noiselessly
Into your open arms
And I found you outside tonight
In the beautiful, cold starlight
I let you hold me
On the emptiness of the deserted deck
At the tip top of my home
Behind the secret door
Looking out at misty waves
As the sea air kissed my dark hair
It was just you and I
Looking up at a vast, indigo sky

I heard the song
That sang my story
And I listened carefully
Wrapped up in
The way you fit me
So perfectly

Will we always be companions?
Or will I say goodbye to you someday?
We have become such good friends,
Yet, I don't want you to stay.

the difference

on a night where the june stars were hidden behind a thick layer of clouds

i stopped trying so hard.

i let my hair fall
i didn't force a smile but
it came easily

i stopped trying and
that made the difference.

On being a Poet

Being a poet is simply this:

Choosing to see
The magic in this world and
Believing that you must
Write down what you see.

He came quickly

He came quickly
On a February night
To teach me a prayer
And break my heart softly.

villian/victim

Though we love to place people
In neatly-titled boxes
Labeled "villain" and "victim"

It's not that simple.