One Million Years

I could love you

One million years

And

I'd still have more

Love to give

Ugh

Sometimes I realize how

Fucked up I was before, 

And I'm glad I somehow

Lived through high school because 

Goddamn

That was close.

Beyond the Stars

Liquid fire runs through my veins

And burns with every pump

From my smoldering, blistering heart.

My bones are filled with sea water

Not marrow, and they call to the

Distant ocean with every move I make.

And I'm sure that if I leapt from this cliff

The wings folded against my vertebrae

Would spread and lift me high

Into the clear, crisp sky and across

This valley I look down into.

Until I reached beyond the clouds

And beyond the stars and

Into your arms. 

Rose Garden

With a deep sigh

I uncoiled the thorns that 

had grown in my lungs.

And instead, I planted

A rose garden and

I watered it with 

Unneeded tears

And sweet scented air.

The first I had tasted

In many, many weeks.

Not Beautiful

She was not beautiful. 

There was something about her that

wasn't mahogany hair and

Leaf green eyes that shine like spring. 

She wasn't long tanned legs that

Stretched for days or

A laugh that hung in the air like fairy bells.

Nothing about her was splendid and

She certainly wasn't a swim in a warm lake

Naked and giggling while the sun kisses skin.

She wasn't curves in all the right places

And gentle fingers brushing skin. 

No fresh bite of watermelon or 

the sweet taste of sugar on the lips. 

She wasn't beautiful.

Instead she was withered. 

One look said she'd been hallowed out

And was now the empty husk, 

The exoskeleton of a beetle 

Found behind the dresser and swept away.

She was pale skin, translucent bones,

The feeling that one touch might shatter 

This glass figurine posing as a girl. 

She was nails bitten to the quick and

A cold winter wind on the back of the neck. 

The feeling of being watched and a

desire to run away as fast as possible. 

She was poison to touch

Transmitted through the skin. 

When I Die

Give what’s left of me away
To children
And old men that wait to die.
And if you need to cry,
Cry for your brother
Walking the street beside you.
And when you need me,
Put your arms
Around anyone
And give them
What you need to give me.

I want to leave you something,
Something better… Than words
Or sounds.

Look for me
In the people I’ve known
Or loved.
And if you cannot give me away,
At least let me live on your eyes
And not your mind.
You can love me most
By letting hands touch hands,
By letting bodies touch bodies,
And by letting go
Of children
That need to be free.

Love doesn’t die; People do.
So, when all that’s left of me
Is love,
Give me away