Goodbye to my dream of Happily Ever After

I used to believe in it

the fairytale ending,

the promise that love would stay

if I just held on tight enough.

Doing right by others would payoff

Just a matter of time

Truth is,sometimes it doesn’t

You can do it all, maybe it is a lesson

To learn. Maybe, I should of listened when they told me to put that time in myself instead.

Since I was a child,

I...

(AKA The Last Piece of Chalk)

Here I write, at the end of things

Of pain unparalleled

My brethren: used up, dwindling

Stubs scarcely to be held

Mere dots where once proud columns lay

Tales ended with a period

Muddled dust in shades of grey

Once shone in colors myriad

Remembrance falls to me alone

No other bell will toll

No flags half mast, no widows moan

For rubble in a bowl

My only solace to ...

I suppose I should have expected

Being here today,

Standing beside your casket.

I wish I didn’t expect it,

I wish that this was a surprise.

But it isn’t.

You have left us,

And you’re already being forgotten.

I, and few others, will reach out for you

Wishing to keep you here,

To compress our hands to your already still heart.

As if the effort of few will bring you back.

To bring you back we wo...

We lost each other in the chaos of life

We drowned in the voices of others

We

What happened to us?

Do you ever think about that?

I do

Maybe you do too

We

We had so many plans

Plans to be together

Forever

We

We lost each other along the way

We suffocated

We choked

We

We’re gone

There’s no hope for us now

We

We’ve become just a daily poetry prompt...

For my favorite toy

of my toddler self;

I imagine you’re somewhere better now,

perhaps another kid sees you the way I did.

I loved your bright colors

and silly Blue’s Clues song.

I loved clicking the fun buttons

a new song wouldn’t wait long.

The radio would light up,

a rhythm would start,

the Dora Explorer song started with a thump.

I can only hope with sincerity,

that a toddler loves your c...

Does love die, does it lie?

Does it stay constant, or deny?

Does it hurt, does it flirt,

Does love even work?

In your beginning love is born,

Love is nurtured, love is torn.

How love feels as love grows,

How it steals and how it shows.

How it heals, how it lives,

How much beauty love still gives.

Love can dim, love can go,

Love is warm, yet love is cold.

Love is bold—my love I hold.

Love can fa...

Wilted and ruined,

My precious flower is dead.

How long till you disappear

With Winter’s returned dread?

My garden no longer lives;

Its beauty is wasted.

If only flowers would never die

And Death never chase us.

Soon I’ll be like my flower,

Wilted and worn.

Frost will cover my skin

And my heart will be torn....

Faith

Is a beautiful thing,

A blessed feeling of belief,

But when the world around me

Is burning to naught but ash,

Faith

Is impossible to maintain.

That’s exactly what’s happening

With me.

Faith

Is a fragile thing,

Like a mirror,

With a hit hard enough,

It will shatter.

I once held this faithful mirror

To the world around us,

Admiring its glorious reflection,

Until it all started to burn

And ...

Future, be free

Little daughter of the stars

Shenandoah

The death of me, the death of you

And everybody who

Preaches down on the infants

Preaching down on the infants

Screens and clones, they seek our own

They’ve captured all of whom

Is willing to be seized

We used to call for Santa

Now all we wish for is some Tampa

Sun mirrors off the water, let’s get a boat

We could ride out, h...