Forever More

I am incredible,
I am not replaceable
I am who I am.

Can you guess that my existence,
However long
Short
or
significant
Will shape the future?

Don't worry about the outcome
You are my outcome.
I see you, see you
This time,
Weather influences my climate,
My future
Average.

Don't mess with your sister,
you will miss her,
When she is gone.
I'm not touching this feeling
Her feelings
Are her own, she's far away from home.
But who said home isn't anywhere where i'm not, where my heart isn't at.

My heart beats with the blood of an ancient rebellion.
Let it roar,
Let it be
Forever more.

Maybe

I wrote this poem and dedicate it to someone very special to me, you know who you are.

Maybe not now,
Tomorrow or ever,
Maybe one day
We'll see
You and me,
Me and you
Us two
Possible
Maybe.

Awakening

    The peach stained walls melt away the dusty dark with the suns stretching rays.  She opens her crusted eyes , blinking once, twice, as many times as it takes for her tired eyes to adjust.  The look on her face suggest she is comfortable in her bed, but the gaging expression tells that she is figuring the worth of leaving her safe warm cocoon to go pee, or if she should just lay here forever, or five minutes of it at least.  Thoughts and lists of images flash through her head, like a computer booting up for a very long day, a movie picture of what she has to do today.  Sighing deeply, she throws off off her covers, shuddering at the cold morning breath that assaults her toasty flesh.
    Shuffling to the WC, she thinks.  In her own head she can think, in her own head she is conscience of herself, she needs no one else to tell her if she got done this right or did this wrong.  She likes it in her head, with only thoughts and paths to choose on how she gets from A-Z without loosing her mind in the process.  The outside world doesn't fit in with the jigsaw pieces her mind cuts out for her; making it hard to put the pieces together sometimes.  Staring at her toothpaste stained reflection, she knows what she has to do.  Crawling back to the comfort of her futon mattress, she closes her eyes, bargaining for five more minutes of unconsciousness.

Golden Mornings

Remember

This poem has many elements to it.  It talks about past experiences that shape and rebuild you; how who you are is in essence not what happens to you but how you cope with the environment that tries to tear you apart.  Remember the people that meant something in your life, and why they mean so much to you. 

Remember

The tidal waves that wash over your very existence

The coral that strips you from the core

The child that jump ropes with your insides

When your outsides give in

The light that burns bright

The one that holds your heart

The light of your life

When all else is dark

Who you are

Where you’ve been

Who you’ve seen

What they mean

Why you cared

Dared

Tried

Defied

Thursdays

The burnt meals you cooked

The nights of takeout

And the “I love you” that will never grow mold or ever expire

Bad haircuts

Halloween

Easter egg hunts

Your childhood

Your past

Your present

Pray for your future

sunrise of my heart


Remember