If People Floated

If people floated
instead of walking
I would be up higher
than most buildings.

And I'd hate it.

Heart in throat,
desperately wanting to
play it safe and
breathe a little easier -
^ That'd be me. ^

Unfortunately,
that just isn't the life for me.
I live to see the world
even when it terrifies me.
Especially when it does.

I guess that settles it:

If people floated
instead of walking
I'd be soaring by the stars.

Soul on Keyboards

I write and I write
and I write and I write-
can you hear me?

Secrets are slipping through
my fingers, landing on the keys beneath,
don't worry, the letters stay put,
but my fingers are sliding
passion clouding my reason,
but I swear--
if you would just listen.

am I showing my soul?
place a world at my feet
and I will roll around in the mud
until I find the gem so full
of color that it drips
from its cracks

cracks like the ones
in my timeline, my story,
that I've created with
mistakes

ones that I've filled with gold.

Breathe

Your emotions may feel like a sandstorm, as if
your body is screaming at you
to believe that your
very existence is a crime
that the world wants wiped from it's surface-
breathe.

B r e a t h e
as if you are introducing your lungs
to air for the very first time.
Feel your chest expand with gratitude towards you,
because together you are harmonizing to create the music
of life.

When you are through
with pretending you have no grief,
it's okay.
I know those memories are heavy,
maybe you don't think you'll ever get
enough air to stretch your chest all the way out,
it's okay.
Start with small breathes and move your tummy out,
hum until you can open your mouth
to gulp down that little bit of hope that's there
because

if you can breathe
that means you are still here.
And if you are still here,
know that you will learn to
control that sandstorm.

Use up all that air and
make your voice heard.

Christmas Energy

You taught me of an energy I never knew before,
one that beats my loneliness every time it shows,
that brings me back every time I'm feeling blue.
I can reach it anytime
because the energy
is knowing that you are out there, my dear.

It's Christmas time now, as you may know.
Who can say, you might even have that holiday glow!
It's time to be grateful and give butterfly
kisses to those we love the most.

Often oversimplified as just
a month of superfluous gifts that aren't worth the fuss,
but who can forget
hands holding our own around the table,
candles lit with love and repeated tolerance of
the same jokes over and over again.

What I'm saying is, I love you so,
you are a part of that family that stays with me
over roads and mountains of distance, you are
always right next to me.


Dedicated to my friend, Corinne.

Unseen Ripples

No man behind the curtain,
I swear, please, just look at the view
(because her mind is a mess).

She bet on the rebels, dreaming
of change.
The faint lines of glory
might be fading,
but she hasn’t stopped wishing.
Don’t give up yet,
the sun hasn’t set (not yet).

Leaves in the water,
making ripples in time-
a life filled with mountains,
there are so many climbs.
Now, all that is left is the fall.

It all feels so strange,
but you can’t replicate
the time that has passed,
you just have to wait.

You’d do anything, too,
if it was your family.
That’s the funny thing,
you’d do it all over again
at the change to save them.

Leaves in the water,
making ripples in time,
a life filled with mountains
Oh, so many climbs.
All you can do now is fall.

Don't give up now,
the sun hasn’t set.
Wait three hours,
just hang on,
there’s one more hill to climb.
Once you’re there it will all be clear.
I’m supposed to say that
things happen for a reason.
And maybe that’s true.
But, it doesn’t matter in the end,
not to the little guys.
(we feel each punch).

Leaves in the water,
making ripples in time-
a life filled with mountains,
there are so many climbs.
Now, all that is left is the fall.

One breathe can make all the difference,
sadly, we don’t always get to see it.