Dec 09

I Will Follow You Into The Dark


**All Lyrics By Death Cab For Cutie**
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NDHY1D0tKRA

Love of mine, someday you will die
But I'll be close behind and I'll follow you into the dark
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight, waiting for the hint of a spark

If heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied
And illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me,
Son, fear is the heart of love, so I never went back

If heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied
And illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
Audio download:
Into The Dark YWP.m4a
Dec 08

a time for new beginnings

i still remember
and i'm sure that you do too
how you reflect on it
i don't know

but, i'm learning

i've been told
that you've changed
i think that you
may have

and, i'm learning

i know that i
will never
forget it or
forgive it

though, i'm learning

because you were the first one
to teach me
that i wasn't the strongest
and that i had my limits

and, i'm still learning that

but,
someday
maybe soon
i will learn to move on
Dec 08

an end

once upon a time
is the beginning
of fairy tales
that always end with
happily ever after

and we all know that there is no such thing as fairy tales
(because first off you would need fairies to give us our bippity boppity boo)

so because
we don't live in a
fairy tale
does that mean we don't get a
once upon a time
and if we don't get a once upon a time
do we ever get a happily ever after

a beginning or an end

or are we just spinning
through time and space
in the hopes to
avoid collision
Dec 08

Wasted


the ink
splatters
across the page

wasted

...

like flower blossoms
in the fall wind
remembering their days
in the spring
when they could fly
now all they do is drift
and shrivel
in the dead possibility

...
wasted

when the ink 
splattered
across the page
Dec 08

The Mountain

I was once
told
that those who
could not
climb the mountain
did not
deserve
to see the view

I've seen the view,
and
I've known
the top
many times

but for just as many
summits I've had to turn back
because of rain
or
thunder
or
lightning
or
hail
or
maybe it was just because
someone didn't want me up there

and for those who can not climb the mountain
it
may have been
any of those reasons--
because of rain
or
thunder
or
lightning
or
hail

but maybe it wasn't
one of those
reasons...

what if it wasn't their fault?

what if it was no ones fault?

what if no one could have had any say?

and do they still deserve to stare
at the mountains that they have yet to
climb knowing that they never can?
Dec 07

January, Third Grade

Dec 06
poem 0 comments challenge: Say

Strings

it
seems
that the strings
between us 
are growing 
increasingly thin

everyday
i can see that
you're being pulled
slightly farther
away from me

but please remember 
who you are
and
who i am

and
the moments that
we've shared

and please remember
how well I know you

and
that I have been, and always will be, 
here for you
when you need me

it
seems
that the strings
between us 
are growing 
increasingly thin
...
i can't mend them alone
Dec 06

So What Does That Make Us?


i'm
doing
social
studies
homework
and
writing
notes
on
whether
our
constitution
was
pro
or
anti
slavery

all
i
can
think
is
"what
if
it
was
pro?"

"what does that say
about who we are as a country?"

"what does it say
about who we are at the roots of us as a people?"

it hurts to
learn
         the
              real
                     facts

and the
fact
that we talk about it so carelessly
disgusts me

people in my class say
"i feel bad for them"

they're talking
about the slaves

prisoners of war
that were bought and sold
like property,
taken from their home,
forced to learn a new
everything,
forced to change who they were

they were brought over on boats
Dec 05

morning scene


the fog creeps in
over the hills
of dew
and grass
and wet

vermont
mountains
i think they're
they greens
give the picture a backdrop

my apple trees
rise from the fog
like hands
grasping for the sky
above

i can't see the birds
but i know
that they're
there
singing their songs

the drops of
mist
and fog
and dew
cling to the window

fogging it
like my breath is doing
what a glorious
scene it was the this morning
when

the sun peeked it's head over the
horizon
to gaze
down on the world
of fog

Pages