Beauty

I believe everyone is just that beautiful and more.

The Ten Things I'm Grateful For This Thanksgiving

1My family
2The Gs, Dreamer and Kathryn, Raven, and Sea eyes
3God
4Discovering the song in my heart
5My progress
6Orson Scott Card
7Love
8Writing
9Travel
10You, my love, you.

Sunshine Sister

My bright butterfly-
Blue and yellow sister

The most beautiful word in the
World,
Say it slow and sweet
Cherish it even more
Than you would
The word
'Lover'

She flies,
I can see her

Her interactions with others
Are so spontaneous,
So open and
Beautiful
So easy and carefree

I am so happy for her
In her easy coexistence with the world,
In her nonchalant wander-flying

Existence fits her perfectly,
Beautifully
Suits her light
And smile

My bright-butterfly
Blueyellow
Sister.

Falling

Slow descent into the universe

My dog is old,
No longer can he go on long walks with me,
Or play in small streams while I converse with god on a bridge.

His eyes are pleading-black,
His body weak and uncooperative.
His mind may not even be all there anymore.

I miss him,
And I wish He could live forever,
But not like this.

Organic

Found both the rocks at the San Rafael Swell, the leaves I can't remember.
All the colors and textures look rather cool together, though.

Deep breath

Mark your ankle with a black star
In the hopes of finding the pain
Of telling the one you love
You love him

Wear yellow
To match the hope of the sun burning bright
Forever
In ignorance of these small, human aches.

Square your shoulders against
The fire within
As your heart rages like a black beast
Caged in ice.

Take a deep breath
And find the peace you so wish would stay forever,
Catch hold of it tight,
Peace is like the slippery man of the sea as he changes shape.

Continue to live
Even as your old self begins to die
Mark your ankle in black ink
In the hope of fastening a string from your heart
To your brain.

Raging Fire, Flickering Flame (Symbols) [I'm mostly fine, so don't worry]

Burning up from the inside
fire in my eyes that I've managed to hide
Nobody wants to compromise
When the fire fades,
I'm the one who dies.

Too Young To Complain

Years and years and years
Pass away,
Fly away,
Slide away

I have no fingers on my hands,
Otherwise I would be able to catch hold of
Lingering strands as the rope of
Time slips past

Seasons and seasons and seasons
Turn away,
Spin away,
Die away

It was still Summer just yesterday,
But today the ground has been draped in white,
And I've been thinking of gingerbread houses
And what I will give this Christmas to represent my heart

Hours and hours and hours
Gallop away,
Run away,
Hide away

They leave me standing here,
My head in a whirl from the lingering traces of memory
From faded years ago
And bright, fresh yesterday

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I really amn't any sort of a good poet
I don't know how to make all the stories
Of life bleed together, mingling and mixing
LIke many watercolors on a wet page.