Poetry

We tried and though we could have done more,

We did enough to be us and create the good--and the flaws-- in those who still walk forward.

Why does your torch burn? 

The young girl asks, 

Pouting her lower lip in confusion. 

It is fire, 

The lady gently responds, 

I want to cross the street and have cars catapult around me

Mass destruction like wouldn't you know it

I want my steps to echo the pavement

And for the world to swerve around me

But I walk and nothing happens

(ywp is like the sunrise)

washed in watercolor above the sleeping world

enchantingly illuminatory

& strawberry melting into orange creamsicle. if you pay

close attention, it never really ends

I hold onto anything that leaves a mark.

rings that coat my fingers in green

doodles in blue ink on my arm

I hope for my injuries to form scars

just to prove their existence.

scratching bug bites until they scab

I am such a horrible awful jerk

I refuse pets

I refuse animals

Because I refuse to get another

Because that feels like replacing her

And so I won't do it

But there are all these animals out there

Have a great Labor Day weekend, everybody!

What if it's not labor

What if I want to anyway

What if that was why I got out of bed every painful stupid day after the other

The puzzle's missing a piece,

It's not an important one; 

just some small piece in the middle.

It's dark purple, and rough on the edges,

It's under the floorboards,

all frayed, and torn apart;

i'm looking through the boxes shoved in the corner of the attic

and i come across an old one marked random,

doesn't look like anyone's been through it,

but I start...

and i find that photograph;

a community of fools

given the power to combine words

and a pen

that can write so much meaning

in just two, or three, or millions of words,

and sometimes, there aren't enough

Ode to those that make life into gold 

that bring us some sparkle as we grow old 

Ode to the places, friends, and small things 

to which credit's unequal to the joy that they bring 

At first... 

You stayed quiet... 

In your own cocoon of safety, scared that you might get hurt... 

But over time... 

You grew... 

You started to open up...