Watching the sunset
The way it paints the sky
Orange. Pink. Purple.
Waves crash into the rocks
Creating the most peaceful
Melody my ears has ever heard
A cigarette between my lips
Breathing in
Close my eyes
Let the air out of my lungs
Watch the white bird
Fly across the sky
Leaves me of a feeling of
Complete Freedom

Water is complex
gives you life
But can drown you

I am adding more and more poems
No matter what they are supposed to be called
No matter what numbers would define them
This is a life; not yet mine, but
I am building a home
A place where I can feel safe
A place where I can feel ugly
without being ashamed of it
Here is a life; not yet mine, but
I am still fighting
I am fighting
And I am planning to win.

Take a picture - it'll last longer
Someday you'll miss these days, my dear
Take a picture - we can frame it
To remember it well when mem'ries are sour
Maybe someday the thoughts will be fonder
Always seem to be when the days last longer
But what do I know

Take a note down - scribble it out
Don't want to forget the words that were said
Take a note down - save it for later
When new lines are harsh - feel like breaking
Use some ink - don't let it fade
If it's done well colors will stay the same
Don't let it go

It hurts to let go - hurts to let go
Don't want to forget because
It hurts to let go - hurts to let go
Please come back
Need you right now - need you right now
Missing you so
Need you right now - need you right now
Come home

Take a picture - it'll last longer
Take a note down - save it for later

A heart waits

While sifting through the questions
piled high in a mountain of doubt,
reaching heights beyond belief
and scraping ceilings of torment

A heart waits…

Now tiring quickly, loosing strength,
finding the walk longer than you expected
Closing one eye to find the other does not see
and falling to dark corners of fear

A heart waits…

As volume amasses upon weakened shoulders,
and pain breaches the avenue
of store front sale signs
on locked door close outs

A heart waits…

When it all seems too much,
memos become lists of forever paper,
words scratched in blood ink
of empty pens spilling

A heart waits…

If you have found that point
where your mind says no more
and you feel that nothing will ever be enough,
please remember…

A heart waits…and that heart is mine