The rain streaks the window pane
heavy and thick,
falls as a burden upon ears
aching to hear the turn of a key in the lock,
the scrape of leather on the wooden slats of a porch.
Its silver slick shine reflects the stillness.
Damp musty odors rise from the earth
where undisturbed it waits for footsteps
belonging to one who bears the rays of hope and life,
the very sun itself in heart and soul.
And so, time passes....

I came upon a crossroad
I had to figure out
If I should take the road with you
Or take the one without

I came up a crossroad  
I chose to let you go
Not because I didn't care
Because I love you so

You see I thought that we could find
A better road alone
We were born in different worlds
Too different to be one

I came upon a crossroad
And did what I had to do
But the hardest thing I ever did....
Was turn away from you

How else
Am I to express
My fear
Anxiety
Terror
For
Here I lay
Falling in love
With you again
Here I lay
Imagining
Our marriage
Our child
Our future
How can I express
My fear
That we won't
Survive
That you'll leave me
That you don't want me
How can I explain
How scared I am
To think of my life without
You.

october mornings
in a cafe in france
early morning tea
sitting on the street as
the early morning mist
kisses our feet.

I know I haven’t been
‘Around’ for awhile

(In more than one way,
but that’s a story for another time…)

My apologies for that
But I want to tell you

About a girl
That loves the world

She loves cats in silly costumes
She loves taking her socks off at the end of the day

She loves eating till her tummy aches
She loves the rain and the boots that it requires

Cheery, isn’t it?

But somehow those ‘loves’
Aren’t the right ones

They’re not the brand or type
Or whatever the hell

That she needs
And craves deep down inside

Which results in a little thing
I like to call depression

Which results in
Suicidal thoughts

Which results in
Blades and blood and tears

And all the effects in
‘Those categories’

Not too cheery is it?

When I was young and bold and strong,
Oh, right was right, and wrong was wrong!
My plume on high, my flag unfurled,
I rode away to right the world.
"Come out, you dogs, and fight!" said I,
And wept there was but once to die.

But I am old; and good and bad
Are woven in a crazy plaid.
I sit and say, "The world is so;
And he is wise who lets it go.
A battle lost, a battle won--
The difference is small, my son."

Inertia rides and riddles me;
The which is called Philosophy.

the moment you realize
your alone
your in this fight alone
no one is there for you
no one loves you
you have to sweat and work
make it to the top
there will be tears
there will be scars
this is my life
surrounded but completly alone
this is how it will be till the day i die
this is when i prove to myself i am **strong