Flood gates are better left closed,
for waters aren’t always clear
and life boats can’t always save
the young and the innocent,
the old and the tainted, or
even stay afloat long enough
to make it through the waves.　 

I’m fine,
because I can’t
afford the time
to be down.
I’m fine,
because I don’t
know how
to say otherwise.
I’m fine,
because I won’t
show any
weakness.
I’m fine,
because if I’m
not strong, who
will be? 
I’m fine,
just like the
broken record
you threw away.

Safety pins are
only safe
if you remember
to keep them pinned,
and paper clips
don’t hold as tight
as staples, stuck
through papers’
tattered edges,
and glue sticks
can’t fix
broken hearts
or shattered windows,
just like 
duct tape
won’t save
a leaky pipe
or make you
forget
last night.  

If I had a thousand wishes
I’d use each to save the world.
I’d wish for starving children,
hope for every boy and girl. 

And with my thousand wishes,
I’d wish away the pain;
the killing and the suffering
found within a tyrants reign.

But there is one wish I wouldn’t
use, I’d save it just for you;
Because, you see you are my world 
and saving you came through.  

Sometimes it’s all just one
misunderstanding after another,
one side-long glance taken
for granted and thrown into
patches of the disheartened. 

Hearts ripped from chests in 
a timely fashion, as to not miss
bus schedules that run on a
tight shift, always something too
tight to change, just like time
that never ceases changing,
but refuses to stand still when
asked and laughs audibly
at helpless pleas to speed by. 

Movies aren’t worth seeing
without your arms to save me
from their fantasies.  

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I stare upon the emptiness of the room

Finding myself desperately wishing for it to be filled.

The silent whispers that float like tufts of perfume

The gentle caress of a fingertips long since chilled.

Feathered memories play like a broken record

My minds eye obscured with mental tears.

The scars begin to rip apart, forming bloody fjords

To die alone in such a manner, is of my deepest fears.

Before I loved you:
to be quite honest,
it’s hard to think of the time.

For I’ve loved you since the sun
first set upon the ocean,
and since the stars
first danced upon the sky.

I’ve loved you since the birds
have shown me their morning
songs, and the dogs have
awaken me with their howls.

I’ve loved you since the blood
first reached my veins and pumped
through infantile heart, since the
rain first fell in droplets onto 
foggy morning window panes,
since the crash of waves against
the shore first flooded sandy beaches.

I can’t think of a time before I loved you,
so it’s just a matter of
before I met you. 

It’s the waiting that finds me at midnight,
crawls into bed beside me and cups my
shivering chin in its hands, talons trailing
lines down my spine as it caresses me
into comatose pseudo-reality with ease.

It’s the hoping that finds me at daybreak,
slips into morning coffee with zest and
distinction to poison the bitterness of
new days, slinking into crumpled grounds
of liquid sleep; lost the night before. 

It’s the wishing that finds me at dusk, 
shooting star streaking over evening sky
just in time to invest a life long dream
of coming true to ride atop the harnessed
lights that shy from wishing eyes.