Poetry

I love when flowers grow out of cracks in the concrete

When green ivy scales a building's blank brick wall

When little pieces of God's brilliant light

My brain is a jumble of words 

a puzzle of thoughts and feelings that I struggle to put together  

a tangle of ideas that never reach my tongue 

I used to wish for a filing system

From past friends

or mild acquaintances

there will be times where I am not only acknowledged

but appreciated

it makes me happy

makes me content

Happiness is the feeling of summer

and sunshine on my face

it reminds me of fresh-cut grass or sand in clean sheets

but it is also the feeling of grief

As I swim down to the sea shore,

I saw a crab selling seashells.

I waved my tentacles and shouted:

“Oy Mate! Give me a seashell!” 

The crab sneered, “you octopus, be gone!”

Think of whispers in the shade
Picnic cloths and lemonade

Afternoons in softened light
Books that stretch long into the night

I was once 13 and a few hours younger

Just a bit

To young to comprehend the heartbreak of creation

To create something that the world

rejects

before it rejects you.

It rained today, but I can’t stop thinking about the future. 

In a world of war and lies and deceit and wrong,

All I seem to focus on is the little things.

I hear your concerns,

feel your pain, your joy, your laughter.

I know your doubts, what keeps you up at night.

But I will not change for you.

I feel like I’m losing

Who I am;

I feel like she’s slipping away from me, one

Comment at a time, one

Heartless joke, one

Unmeant, 

the frost on the window

spreads like wings on a bird

my hand cools

as the warmth melts the fog away

the rare gift of marks

if anything

marks aren't made enough

at least not for good

i draw

Duet

starting together ending together

weaving around each other's sound

adapting tuning

instinctively fitting into the tone

the way we want to do this

the contrast

played so perfectly