Find my imperfections.
Add up all my wrongs.
Put together every miserable moment.
It’s long,
the time it takes to heal.
I was a battleship,
and I won the war.
Pick yourself up.
You’re mighty,
you’re strong.
Realize all the bad there was,
to make you forget the good.
Down the road you’ll see.
In this time of scary ghosts and trick-or-treat,
the orange sky flirts with the rainfall.
I absorb it through the open glass.
You can touch the crisp cold.
Silhouettes of leaves on the branches
resemble dim lights on a Christmas tree.
If only we could light them
then maybe others could spot the beauty.
Fall into the hole.
I can see it on your face.
It’s broken.
But pick yourself back up.
Say what you think.
Say what you mean
Hold it in your court.
Ricochet off your heart.
And into the color!
And into my arms.
Follow the road into the stars.
The ones we saw through the looking glass.
Don’t listen to the bird,
it’s lying.
The roses don’t speak
in the belt.
Hardest thing to do.
Tough to look in the eye.
Why can’t this be easier,
even when you know it’s right?
Bombarded with yells.
Arguments attacked.
Why didn’t you love me
the way I loved you?
You simply don’t understand.
You just don’t listen.
I just hope you know what you’re losing.
I do.
To stand atop this star,
laying our eyes on the speed down below.
It was easy to breathe with time.
We are what make this shine.
We have to land eventually.
So, let us teach them what we’ve seen.
Something of a tiny atom brain.
We are all the same.
Remember the beauty?
I found it, hiding underneath the shade
from the trees that lie overhead.
Remember the snow?
It poured on our faces.
We tasted.
A Thanksgiving gift awaits you.
I couldn’t be more happy for you.
Bring him in.
Show him all you know.
Teach him how to see,
how to love everyone.
Silence. Peace.
The darkness mirrors a quieter time.
A text from the future.
My head cluttered.
Rapidly changing.
The lights from a car.
Where did this all come from?
I never did have my own backyard.
I sit here to breathe.
To stare at the nebulae.
One flight up.
I wish I could be higher.
Your voice is calming.
My voice is tired.
I see the light slowly flashing above our city.
Let me change my pace.
When is it ever easy,
when someone gets hurt?
All of a sudden you know me so well.
You don’t know me.
I’ve been here.
Where have you been?
Sorry, I’m good at throwing strikes.
You don’t even see the ball coming.
This mound is mine.
Don’t walk across it.
The water is deep.
The park grass is dead.
When is it ever easy,
when someone gets hurt?
As the sun sets beyond the Valley
walls,
I say goodbye to a love once cherished,
adored.
I have sinned Father, but who is left to forgive
me?
It’s passion, it’s not
love.
I am confused at best.
Sugar coats your fiery words.
Just speak your mind.
I’m listening.
Not a joke,
though many were made.
Lampposts illuminated
the night for days.
Brighter than the city lights,
smarter than any sirens.
Curious always, you
Amaze me.
Look at the old couple.
Every angle seen.
From the top of the city
to feet of the sea.
A peace not pretend.
A smile not faked.
Conversation: endless…
Ended only by the sleep in our eyes.