Second Decision

I've found that just being with the person you love makes all the problems in the world evaporate. Easy solution, no?

Unconventional Drawing Lessons

We are trained to draw neatly in our coloring books,
simply constrained by law to create uniform looks,
but my imagination prevails over ordinary tales.
Even crayons are confined
by the color names the companies have defined.
Jungle Green, Aquamarine, Atomic Tangerine-
what do mere labels on wrappers mean?
Pink Flamingo, Desert Sand, Sky Blue-
these names serve to hint towards the specified hue
represented by each described entity.
But I live in a world without prescribed identities.
I dream of orange flamingos roaming through a green desert.
And purple! Purple shall illuminate the sky,
for I live in a world where I don’t hesitate to ask why.
So I’ll rip the wrappers from my child’s crayons, setting them free.
I’ll unbind her mind and just
let
her
see.

my life rhymes?

Little black dress and nowhere to wear it to
I'll pretend I didn't get dressed up for another night I won't spend with you

Nature's ugly dance

Our faults, they cause earthquakes.

To hault human nature makes

the impossible task,
for we hate to unmask our imperfections.

We challenge fate and ignore our affections

and let the lava bubble below the surface

where no archeologist could uncover our purpose

but then again, neither could you or I.

We fake for no known sake,

and it takes some time to awaken

the person behind the fault lines

which move, shift, and grind
away at the faults of others.
Subtle attacks, muddled facts,
misunderstandings, blundered landings-
each carries us farther from who we are meant to be.
It would be nice if everyone was born with a weather forecast for natural disasters.

to over-love, a verb

I find I tend to over-analyze but
my mind's nothing but paralyzed
since these memories turned to lies
I know the what but not the why's
all the hand-holding, hello's, and hi's
were nothing more than...wait let's rewind
I was happy but naive
but your actions, they deceive
but me, I have my flaws too
I over-think, over-love, over-believe
I think I over-believed in you
so I'll organize my thoughts
separate the truths among the knots
try to connect some dots
but this isn't done with such ease
so please, let the truth be simpler to handle than the flaming arrows you have thrown my way.
because me? I crave you
every time I will save you
but it's nice to be saved too.
so here's a slam in return for the slam you gave me
because this poet's words provide some sense of free
from the you who I never could leave

because the us is something
in which I still believe.