Good Times

The natural lights are dimming

The sun sets, and street-lamps illuminate the darkness which

begins to consume the city though the

garish brilliance of artificial lights attempt to

hide it. This is the worst time of day, without

the light to catch them, thoughts

drift away into darkness, bouncing

back, reminding. It’s my canvas, paper, pen –

It absorbs my words, writes them

But then, when it reads them back,

I’m stuck. Stuck in those days when we happily

walked downtown; when we slept

side-by-side; when we smiled and held hands.

It reminds me of all the good times.

Darkness envelopes me, but the envelope

is already too full of the good times

You left me alone with.

Ask

Ask me who I look like

Ask me what I stand for

Moreover, ask me who I love -

The boy who makes my heart soar.

Ask me who I love

Ask who broke my heart

Moreover, ask me how I feel -

Broken, torn apart.

Ask me who I've slept with

Ask me who I've kissed

Moreover, ask who stole my heart -

The only soul I miss.

Ask me what I dream of

Ask why I can't sleep

Moreover, ask who isn't there

when I awake from counting sheep.

Ask him if he thinks of me

Ask him to come home

Moreover, ask him to fix my heart -

Where his name's engraved in stone.

I'll Always Be Here

I'll always be here

when you turn around,

when you think.

I'll always be here.

I'll always be here

when you're sad

and you need to cry.

I'll always be here.

I'll always be here

in the back of your head

nagging, trusting, loving.

I'll always be here.

I'll always be here

when you can't stand up

when you need help.

I'll always be here.

I'll always be here

in the middle of the night

when you can't sleep.

I'll always be here.

I'll always be here

when something ridiculous happens

and you need to tell someone.

I'll always be here.

I'll always be here

wherever you want me

whenever you want me.

I'll always be here.

Rose

From 2008.
Inspired by William Blake's "Sick Rose."


Young, it begins to grow
And soon
It blooms; really slow.
The rose bud blooms
And happily
The sunlight is consumed.
The petals turn brown
And sadly
Fall to the ground.
The wind blows and the petals fly
And slowly...slowly
The rose dies.

April Showers Bring May Flowers

From 2006.



April showers bring May flowers
The sun comes out in June
In July, it gets so hot it, it tends to make you swoon.
August comes to roast the world
September starts to cool
In October, we dress up, and tend to make a fool.
November is the Turkey Day
December’s filled with snow
January starts the New Year
February is love-full.
March is filled with endless hours…
And April showers bring May flowers.