I've been sitting in this cave to long. I lay behind these jagged rocks and stare out into the world, longing to escape. I want to feel my skin absorb the sun rays and water droplets. I'm tired of this dry, cold place.  Full of nothing. I'm ready to be apart of that world. To fight through the challenges, smile through the pain, and laugh at my own insanity. I know who I am and what I want. 

I'm ready.

Paralyzed, frozen

I can not move

I silently plead for release

to find the courage and let go

Inhale, Exhale

I can not breath

My heart pounds like thunder

but were is my strike of lightening

Flustered, Heartbroken

I can not smile

My fear has clouded my heart

and now were both disappointed

We'll lay in your boundless bed

embracing one another tired torsos 

  

I'll fix you blueberry bread

and hum sweet songs

You'll brush my silky strands

and kiss my lavish lips

I'll give you my heavy heart

and wait for faith

  

You'll take me by the jagged jaw

and speak softly 

Hand and hand, heart and heart

 Well live through life's ambitious adventures

with nothing but our broken books

cups of toasty tea

and one another, in our boundless bed

 

Butterflies oh Butterflies 

take hold of the strings of my heart

fly with them through field of daisies

Cover my strings with pollen

so the bees will follow

Give my strings to the queen bee

then maybe she'll use it for honey

Along will come a wandering soul

searching for a adventure

And will find the sparkling golden honey

and my heart strings.

Why is it?

In our blooming, adolescent stage of life...

The stars are not seen as hot balls of gas

but small sparkling specks of wonder

Our bath isn't a time to clean our sins

but to fabricate fascinating fantasies of the seven seas

The lines on the page have no meaning

our creations convey creatures far beyond ones boundaries 

Tomorrow, Yesterday, 10 years from now

is of no impulsive importance inside or minds

Life is just a bunch of moments put all together

to make minutes, months, & memories.

Sometimes the most beautiful things can only be seen at the most unutterable times

Like the kindling blue moon at 5 a.m.

or the colors of sundown before it falls behind the peaks 

 Like the infrequent dimple that only appears upon a good night 

or the soft affection rarely unveiled by her modesty  

Like the unintentional sentence rendered by the soul

or the actions that one word can determine

Oh how they appear on such a moment

so quickly and swiftly 

that if you close your mind for even a moment

you may lose a extraordinary memory

I can't come to terms with myself as to why my eyes constantly wonder back to you.

Nothing changes and never will

Except for the spaces between our temples 

&

The longing in me for you.