this damn life

this damn life
in all its beauty
in all its moments
of breathless hope
that I stumble upon
I am reminded
of its insecurities
and awkwardly built frames
that I place around the possibility
of love

and then I unfold
exhale
breathe in deeply again
until the surface of my longing
feathers back to allow chance
to flood the vastness

and I release the fire
unintentionally burning the path

standing alone
I look upon the ruins
wondering
if only I knew
how to stroke a fire
rather than set ablaze
this damn life

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am I on time?

as a fractured heart
seeks its muse
in the bright light
of emptiness

in the quiet
of silent shouts
thunderstorms
ripping through

hold me now
this may be it
this may be all

as I release my breath
from trapped exhaustive
hope

am I on time?
when my future
has always been so late

glancing to the horizon
is the sun
setting
or is it rising?
am I forgiven
or forgotten?
when love is elusive
am I on time?

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this day

this day is like mountains
too big to climb
too inviting to walk around
so i venture

head strong into the ascent
pushing through
holding my arms up over my head
blocking
you cannot reach me
even though you don’t want to
but, i wish you would

i walk as invisible
although i want
to be the only one you see
in the crowd of many

 

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the taste of beautiful

I fell empty
searching for your voice to drop
I fell empty
hoping for the car to stop
and I begged to lift you
from the distance that I saw coming

all the details in the lesson
all the background obsessions
fading away
but on my lips
the taste of beautiful

I went broke
waiting for the phone to ring
I went broke
wishing for that dream to begin
and I learned to remove you
from the empty spaces that I fell into

It’s all that we are to live in this mind
one false step changes the reflection
but not the taste of beautiful

all the details in the lesson
all the background obsessions
fading away
but on my lips
the taste of beautiful

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come spring

come spring, I vow to live again
and break open scabs that heal
over this time of grays concave
and winter’s lack of appeal

hold breath with me now and pause
as my purposeful steps take stride
with each tic of this solaced clock
towards break from temporary hide

the newness of April’s light
will blend marks from my skin
as no power resides over me
except for the power of…

…and today, I begin.

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Boardwalk Saturdays

I remember the smell of sunshine
as it fused my veins
with the surface of my skin
pores opening like flowers
to breathe it all in

and the taste of summer sounds
playing in loops of rhythm
vibrating on my tongue
beats panting like drums
desperate to be sung

the sight of the whistling wind
skipping across the breaks
painting visions before me
eyes searching like hope wells
meeting in perfect dance

I remember boardwalk saturdays
and how time extended time
frozen like a photo
my hands melting within yours
and you slowly drifting
away from me

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the next storm

after the storm
and its drench
withdrew its relentless command
I was left with a white blank page
and a pen in my hand
and a hole in my heart

and I began
this cumbersome task
to remove you
from every silent moment
that pierced my ear
from every gust of wind
that caressed my face
from every giving sun (and bestowing moon)
that provoked me to dance

reluctantly
I wrote you away
stroke by stroke
passionately
lovingly
purposefully

and after all of that
I wait
expectantly
for the calm
before the next storm

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I give you

because I am strong
I give you storms
to let you practice
your resilience

because I am calm
I give you peace
to let you discover
your self

because I am patient
I give you tides
to let you gauge
your balance

and because you are also
all of those things
you give me
hope

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Two is More

I want to drink the wine off your tongue
I want to trace across your body
All the lines that you have won

I want to pause on all your pain
I want to reach into your valleys
and eliminate your shame

It’s a mirrored invitation
to lead you to this door
insatiable desire
healing me
wanting more

I see you there
you see me here
if one is less
then two is more

I want to taste the flowers on your skin
I want to slide inside your bed sheets
just show me where to begin

I want to press upon your lips
I want to swim in your eyes
as my hands grasp your hips

It’s a mirrored invitation
to lead you to this door
insatiable desire
healing me
wanting more

I see you there
you see me here
if one is less
then two is more

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I’m Not Dead

I’m not dead
I’m just buried
beneath the burden of a loss
I dug my grave
with wasted tears
and filled it in
with hardened moss

come spring I’ll take this shovel
and start to dig myself out
and allow the promised flowers
to bloom over my doubt

it looks like this winter
was much heavier than before
the ground is still frozen
not ready to explore

summer has me distracted
with purposeful intent
a mind filled with persuasion
leaves me with content

so I look to the fall
my favorite time of year
the crisp, bright feel of newness
overshadowed with restless fear

soon the winter song begins
and I set this shovel aside
I settle down and resent,
cower and collapse my pride

I’m not dead
I’m just buried

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