How lucky are we
that the sun, with each passing day,
wishes to spend more time with us,
so she wakes early and stays up late
just for us.
a person like you
I wonder if a person like you
exists out there, in the real world,
or if you live only
in my imagination.
trust the cold
Fear not the cold
for it can prove to you
all the places you are already, and always,
warm.
soft, but ominous
You came back into my life
like an overnight snowfall,
one morning I woke up
and there you were:
soft, but ominous.
it will not be the same as before
I believe, if I see you again,
it will not be the same as before.
We will both be different people
than the first time,
reuniting as new strangers
not old friends.
Maybe for the better
with us both in the same place
and at the right time,
a chance to try again
carve a new path together through the brush.
Maybe for the worse
with us still in different places
serving as a cold, stark reminder
that we will never be more
than what we are.
It will not be the same as before
for better or worse.
best kiss
When I ask,
“what was the best kiss you ever had?”
your memory dances,
I can see the sparkle in your eyes.
Who were they
where did it happen
did you see it coming
had you forgotten about it until now?
Let’s sit here in memory
if only for a moment.
give them a voice to leave you
Adorn your fears, your insecurities,
your uncertainties,
with vocality.
Give them a voice, give them sounds
so they can leave you
and live here, out in the open,
under the observation of perspectives
other than your own.
You cannot do this all on your own.
We are here to help you.
take control
Remember
there is no right or wrong
take control of your life if you want it
and I know you do.
Find what doesn’t work
and what does,
for you.
Experiment
engage in trial periods
carve through the brush to find your path.
No one else will do it for you.
drops of red wine
You taste so good
manipulating my brain chemistry
to make me miserable,
doubtful,
unwell.
Despite strawberry, vanilla and chocolate notes
the skull on your label
paints the real picture,
not the words.
Cutting down to my bones
no skin to hide behind
I see old wounds still bleeding,
longing for care.
I forgot they were there,
I cannot see them without you.
Still, they bleed,
drops of red wine.
sparkling snowflake
Amidst the brown grass
dirt-covered pavement
and branches stiff, stripped of leaves,
be the sparkling snowflake
in the not-yet-melted snowbank below.
Stand tall in your sparkle
case colorful, shimmering light around you,
make them take notice.
Bring your beauty regardless of circumstance
or comparison.
Be a one-of-a-kind sparkling snowflake.
Be you.
Dawning Words 