Poetry

Kid sitting at the edge of a dock.

Legs swinging in free fall.

Wood scrapes into his hands.

He thinks that the stars can talk to him.

A broken vase is worthless

To anyone but me

When they see a mess,

I see beauty

Most will turn away 

Brush it off as nothing 

But I'll run up to it

Mend it if I can 

Even if was never

About legacy

Your memory

Cannot mean nothing

Your family

Should remember you

And admittedly

No matter what we say

This

Is true.

So who

Will speak

I'm scared

of uttering the words

"I love you"

Again.

Because what if 

it was something

I never really meant? 

Two creatures

inseparable

a bond stronger than that of two people;

returning to the comfort of the other

even after time has passed.

There for the other

stronger together

weakened alone

Far to the east

The waterfall flows
 

A wellspring of life

As everyone knows
 

Beneath the cliffs

It washes away strife
 

Bringing to hearts

A joyous light

      she doesn’t        exist but as

a small dream sinking through me

that the night is quiet endlessness;

Why does your soul cry

When your eyes meet mine?

Why does your smile fade

When my voice cascades?

How do you flow 

Through the crowd?

How do you speak

Through your tears?

every night i lie in Bed

and wonder what you Think about -

am i the Dream that’s in your head

or are you fast asleep?

There was this girl

With eyes the color

Of the sky that fills

Your childhood memories

She had dirty blond hair

Always in a braid

A braid that held more flowers

Then cherry blossom trees

Part One: “Of the People”

Let a symphony of voices form a cacophony so loud

God themselves won’t be able to ignore our 

grief, our

sorrow; the shattered fragments of our hearts

Stuck in my head

The lyrics go round and round.

Unstoppable, insurmountable

A cacophony of sound.

They won’t go away

And with each repitition

I can feel my brain exploding

Like nuclear fission.