What if grass is greener on the other side, Because it’s always raining there, Where the ones who never fail to give, Hardly have enough to spare, Where the people with the broadest smiles, Have...

Pursuit of Perfect Do not give me only perfect For there is beauty in what lacks, The things that are most true Are filled with flaws, covered in cracks. So stumble on your sentences, Forget the...

He watched every single sunrise As though it was his very first, Like through the grey light of the dawn A golden firework had burst. But in truth he simply wondered What other gifts horizons hold, Until...

It’s like our lives are post and future, And the point at which they meet Is the line that we must walk To keep the present at our feet. And as long as you stay balanced You will learn that all...

“So I let her go, For it was unfair for me to keep her. It was the hardest thing I’d ever done, But I knew it was right. She was a bird, I had caged, That had forgotten how to fly, But dreamed...

“I look at her sometimes, And wonder, out of all the faces In the world How did I find one So perfect For me.”

Mother Earth THE MOUNTAINS ARE MY BONES, THE RIVERS MY VEINS THE FORESTS ARE MY THOUGHTS, AND THE STARS ARE MY DREAMS THE OCEAN IS MY HEART, ITS POUNDING IS MY PULSE THE SONGS OF THE EARTH...

There are two kinds of loneliness, one you feel when you’re all alone, and the other you feel in a crowded room, when you realize you’re the only person who knows what it’s like to be you. -atticus

The Numbers Game There are 559 plates 4000 plastic cups stacked in 10 by 10 row crates, about 10,000 utensils 600 bowls 354 pans and 3 coffee stains that lay across the blue and green tiles that cover...

If I write What you may feel But cannot say. It does not Make Me a poet. It makes me a bridge. And I am humbled And I am grateful To assist your heart in speaking. -grateful

She often felt lonely, Despite a crowded room. She liked to stay up late, And tell stories to the moon. She danced in what little light, The stars allowed to be seen, And she often kept herself awake, For...

Thoughts I long to hold the wind So I may know the weight of thoughts, For both can bend the trees Yet shy away from being caught. But nets woven from wishes Only scatter their direction, While...

Leave your worries by the shore line, And run your bare feet through the sand, Let the water be a soft bed, When you cannot bear to stand, Make friends with flying seagulls, And hold the sun up on...

From Up Above And she wakes you every morning With golden pink hands And she kisses you goodnight With her beautiful moonlite dance And She whispers in your ear, when the wind decides to blow. And...

2:36 AM 2 am is for the poets who can’t sleep because their minds are alive with words for someone who’s not there. For the alcoholics drinking themselves into amnesia to forget someone...