The Heart		Wronged Rose
Signs of life	Blissful Dreams	A withered rose,
Beating hard	Ancient beauty	Placed upon a car,
Fresh, anew	Full of glory.	Waiting to die.
Just a job?	Magical life	A Revelation!
Pumping on	Full of beauty.	Crazy, it was
Keeps us alive	Spring blossoms	The wrong car.
	Full of life.	Humiliation.
	Lilac trees	Indwell a cave.
	Full of blossoms

Winter’s Fight
I have stomped you out,
crushing your white fluff	Mystical Rejuvenation
into clear trickling streams.	The hot desert sun scorched
	All of life.  Melting everything.
My hot breath has scorched you.	A hopeless maiden exclaimed
Maybe the ancient gods	“The Roses are Melting in the Sun.”
have given me power.	Her tears watered the ground.
	She did not know she was
I’ve wished away	A goddess in disguise.
all your cold white drifts	Her hands are rough,
and prayed you disappear.	cracked and calloused.
	Inside, she a fair maiden
In your clear streams of tears,	With beauty overflowing.
you still fight back.	Her soft lips gently caressed
White snow again upon the land.	The fading flower.
	A sweet aroma filled the air.
	As the melted blossoms
	Sprang back to life.
	She’s left innocent, unknowing
	The powers of her grace.

Dear Ned Carrie		Shadow
I love thee.		Haunting.
Can’t you see?	Reality	You stalk me.
Days turn into weeks.	I want to live	Drawing my form.
I glance out my window,	each day	No! My every movement!
Watching for you.	like it’s the last
	Day of my life.	You miss nothing.
Your letters are	I don’t want	My every mistake?
precious to me.	People to question	You trace it.
Weeks turn into months.	My sincerity,	I can’t catch you.
I’m stuck waiting,	Or if it’s
wondering, and wishing.	Just a front.	I can’t prove you.
		I can’t feel you.
I hold on		Where are you at night?
to that last hope.	Dirty Dishwashers	Do you follow me then?
As months turn into years.
I love thee.		Oh my shadow.
Can’t you see?		Drawing my every form,
		You stalk me.
My last breath.		Haunting.
My strength diminished.
It’s been a century.
I know now,
That it’s over.

Skip to Sonny’s (to Jessy)
Best Friends would walk
Sometimes hand in hand
Boys and laughter was their talk
Skipping upon the warm land
Independence
Was the walks intention
Independence
Was what they longed for
The walk would set them free
And fill their lives with glee
Times have changed
Relationships rearranged
Yet best friends still walk
Sometimes hand in hand
Men and education are their talk
Stumbling on this hot land
Independence
They still desire
Independence
Is finally coming true
Some things in life’s game
Always stay the same
When experiences become new
Still friends stay forever true.