With You, I See

You are the soft glow
of my bedside lamp
in the quiet hours
between dusk and dawn;
The moon through the cracks
of my blinds still drawn;
The smile of light
that allows me to paint
the words caught bouncing
between the empty spaces;
Allows me to express
the feelings demanding
respect in the silence.


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Love Finds You

We met in a collision of stars;
the firey display lit the fuse
on the bomb waiting to ignite
the sparks in two chests beating
in sync.

We met in a wave of destruction;
our lives blurred and hazed
in a cloud of dust risen by
the hands of those that tore us down.

We met in the most unexpected
and unplanned explosions,
but thrive when building together
a new city from the rubble
of all we lost to get here.


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One-Track Mind

I look at you
and I do not think about
the songbird playing a tune at dawn
or the marigolds sprouting
along the base of the fence.

I do not think about
the closets stuffed with skeletal remains
or the hallways littered
in the ghosts of past residents.

I look at you
and I do not think about the pain
needed to suffer
to view the beauty in nature’s movies.

I see only you,
a model perfected by the hands of God
in a simulation where the choice is ours
with what to do with the connection
from creation to this moment.

I believe only in a heaven
that spawns us in the same world,
and into the paths of arms
wrapped tightly
around the promise of forever.

I think not about the surrounding,
but your smile,
this tunnel vision commanded
by the programmer
that made a one-track mind
the only right
in a world of wrongs.


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Life Before Death

I ask the crow to sing a happy tune
and flash it’s pretty feathers;
To fly in the aroma of the flowers
watered and tended to by us.
I ask the crow to sing a joyful song
despite it’s cries;
To disregard his image of sorrow,
and instead rejoice in the garden
we rise in the middle of the desert.
I tell the crow of life’s limits
and ask him to celebrate with us
the promise of tomorrow
in the color
of all we’ve grown tall;
To relax
in a beauty too great to overlook.


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Trust Issues

Betrayal rests in the walls of your mind,
empty canvases of past promises
hang in the back of your throat
like an unfinished art museum.
You hold your experiences within you,
trusting only the art with fresh signatures,
a minor detail in the corner
against the entire painting
out of fear of being fooled again
by the fakes and the lies
you once spent your whole allowance on,
believing you were holding
the value of an original.


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My Galaxy of I Love You’s

You painted a galaxy of I love you’s
when you coaxed anxiety from my front pocket
and made her sit across the room,
watching our bodies pressed as one;
better without her pushing
the gap between the stars.
You created a universe of memories
in a weekend that will forever rest in my mind,
replaying in the gallery built to display
all the beautiful moments we sketch.
I’ll never forget the way you splashed color
onto the canvas and created a work of art
so beautiful, the connection feels
like it was specifically meant for me.


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Love in the Moonlight

Tell me of the smile of the moon
when the sun whispers goodnight
and the stars make their presence known
for the company of their savior.
I want to know of the jealousy
they hide in the folds of their flames
at the sight of such solidarity.
And the way they bask in the comfort
of its guidance; taking, but never
voicing their underlying fear
of their idol searching for better
in the daytime.


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You, Me, and Plato

We may not be able to count the years, but we’re working on the months for the time being. My life is stuck in this space between too slow and too fast. My real start still so far away from reach, creating a block against the will be’s. Our moments are fleeting, hours passing in this shared existence, and I smile in the idea of forever. I don’t know much about philosophers, but I know that Plato believed true reality existed only in ideas and things beyond our reach. Everyone has their own perception of reality, even with the application of beliefs creating by the long gone. Maybe that’s why I take from Plato’s reality, and love despite the fear of the unknown, still smiling in that idea of forever. Still breathing in the might not. Still laughing in the fast forward. Still living, still fighting for us.


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