The Unmade Bed and Open Drawers

There are rumors around town that you are going to leave me soon, I don't want to be surprised when  it happens so if you are going to leave me, do it now. Do it today. I love you. Goodbye.

Or maybe, I love you. Welcome. Stay, stay as long as you can. 

The Stranger Was Good Enough

If today is the last time the train is going to run, I hope that you know I wish you the very best in life. I hope that you know I am grateful for all the early morning sips of your coffee because I left mine on the kitchen counter at home with my tie. I hope that you know I am sorry to be losing such a wonderful evening conversationalist after the painfully long work weeks and the never ending days of staring at a computer screen, confined between gray barriers in a crowded office somewhere for hours and hours on end. And if today is the last time this train is going to run I hope that you know you have gone unnamed for years, but I will always remember and miss such a beautiful stranger,

The Songs Remember More Than Us

There is going to come a day when you don't really recall who I was or why we were so happy together, when that time comes I hope that you will turn on your radio and our song will play again, and all those memories will come flooding back to you. I hope that you will be able to feel my arms around you again and taste my sugary lips one last time (even though the taste lasts for years at a time) and that you will regret forgetting all about me all those moments before.Because I promise Time will not take you from my memory, nor will I allow myself to let the songs slip away the way you always seem to do when you run from someone with love for you.

The Cheesy Greeting Card Says

In life we are sad, we are surprised, and there are many other emotions;but the best is happiness. Happiness takes 17 bones and a slight sound. We would all rather be happy, so forget the other

emotions and BE HAPPY!

The Final Words are a Bit Early

When they ask for final thoughts of me at my funeral, please someone say that I was here, I lived, I loved, and I wrote something for everyone hoping that someday I would be something special, someone famous just so that I could change at least one life on my own. When they ask you for the things that I enjoyed I have to ask for someone to say that I liked anything artistic especially if it was created by you. And just before everyone leaves I want someone, anyone at all, to tell them, to scream it to the world that I loved you .

The Almost Rant

I dont know why but I keep having nightmares about you. You leaving me. You pulling yourself away. You being gone. Gone way too far away and making sure I know that I will not see you again someday. I don't know why, but I keep making it half way through my day and then just starting to cry. Cry tears of pain hot to my skin but cool to the touch. Cry tears of joy for all the new born girls and boys. Cry tears just to cry, to get them out of me to take them away. I don't know why, but I keep hearing your voice and talking to myself in hopes you might actually be there. In hopes you might actually be with me, holding me close to your heart, my head on your chest far away from all harm. In hopes you might actually care to see me again someday. In hopes that you might actually be here. And I don't know why, but really, I feel like soon a goodbye is coming, and if it is to you, I want you to know that I will never ever forget you.

The Fight To Remember

It's only a few days
but it feels like years,
decades even.

I know you'll be back
the habits we formed
found their way here
to haunt me again.

They tell me you are
coming home and I
shouldn't worry even
more, but your picture
is fading more and more.

Your voice has left me
alone trying to pull it
out of the rubble that
once was my imagination.

And your sweet, sweet arms
that one day will hold me
close to you if only for
one single moment
before losing you again.

I hope you have fun
while you are away,
just please come back
safe and sound, for me?

The First Summer Project

Dear You,

before I let you read something unworthy of sharing with this pitiful world and all these idiots that will never understand the importance of these words, I want you to know something - It is all true. Maybe not for me, not always for you, but somewhere for someone this is real, a way of life, a thought process, or a tramatic experience most people would never consider possible. We want you to understand. We need you to open your eyes and give life a chance. We are letting you into the depths of humanity, somewhere it was never thought the public would gain access and yet here it is for anyone and everyone in hopes someone will realize just how important this is, how life changing it could be, and how different each of us is from one another. 

These words are written in blood on a brick wall hidden in some dark alley way in a country whose name you all struggle to spell and pronounce let alone would ever be able to locate. You are a wonderful soul if you have found them and even more remarkable if you can comprehend any to any sort of degree. Each space is representative of a breath someone lost after hearing something so beautiful that it made them cry rainbow crystals of joy. Soon, you will be represented by one of these spaces for each page you read, for each block you have to walk just to see how the chapter ends. All of the letters here are taken out of a hat and once we run out, we are out there's nothing left for us; we no longer have a connection that is unbreakable. When the day comes that  everything they have given has been used we can only hope that you have enjoyed all that you have come in contact with that once was touched by all of us as well.

Only now have you earned enough trust and respect to continue on and read the life of someone out there that you will probably never believe that existed. Fly on little birdy, just please don't lose sight of the way back home. there will be more soon, or as soon as possible. Here is something to and from the entire world.

With Love,

A Lost World

The Lost Glances

p.s that stranger you got mad at earlier today, that was me. And im so sorry I ever did anything to upset you. But you see, when I was little they taught me words to hurt people because all they knew was pain and as I grew up I found it less and less important to discover the words to make things better or lovely instead. I know it's just an excuse, but I do hope you will forgive me, because all I ever wanted to do was say the things that sound pretty.Y'know? Those things that make you feel good just out of the blue...

The Church Is Covered in Wanted Posters Again

Today somewhere a young child sat on their knees to pray one final time before giving up all faith,

"Maybe God just ran away like you, Mamma. Maybe God found a nicer place to stay, Mamma. Maybe God felt bad for taking you away, and hid himself, Mamma. I love you Mamma. I love you Papa. I love you God and Jesus Christ. But until I meet an angel as beautiful and pure as you, Mamma, I cannot allow myself to believe in the same God you always believed in. I know you are listening to me, Mamma. I know you hear me, God. So bring me back my faith, or accept that I have moved on. I cannot believe in miracles or angels, or heaven, or any of this. God, you sent an angel out, brutally took her wings away, then pushed her off a cloud and expected her to fly away. For that she died. And for that, I cannot continue to respect you therefore I can no longer believe. Mamma, I promise I will find you again someday. Dear God, I promise there will be hell to pay."

With that the child stood, brushed the dirt off their skin, and walked away from the pews, never to pray to their so called "God" again.

And it's so sad this is what our world has become. Full of faithless believers and heartless dreamers. All waiting for their chance to see this place in a kinder light; even though so many can claim it is more cruel than history's darkest midnight.

The Final Moments of Ours

You say that you 

don't want to hear it, 

any of it. 

Not these words

so delicately spun

like the web

of an ebony widow

or the rays of

marvelous golden sunlight. 

So I guess you will

never 

listen to anything

that I say,

since these words

come from my very soul,

 as do those. 

I guess I can never 

again say

 I love you

I miss you,

or even goodbye. 

So I'll just sit

 here

and listen

to the sound of your 

breath dancing 

through wires 

and landing

so softly 

on my ear,

just one last time. 

Then you will

never

 hear this crap again,

or any crap again

from me. 

The Way Clocks Sped Up

I know you are only gone for a few days, I know it's only a matter of time before I see you again, but it kills me knowing that you aren't here. Travel safely, alright Love? Please? For me?

The Big Words and Short Sentances

There are a million ways to look at this, just as there are a million ways for me to love you, and I am sorry that you don't understand that or my point of view on the situation. Though I have faith that all problems have positive solutions and this is absolutely no exception.