she’s curves and notches
pretty homeless puzzle piece
i am the puzzle


dancing tongues

an artist will reach into your soul
through the white hot flames
and grab a strand of hair
pale blonde hair
from in front of your eyes
and shows you what it really is
a tongue of hot white flame

it will burn him
you will burn him
again and again
they say wise men learn

but artists know that wounds heal
it seems they never learn
because they already know
“all pleasure in the world
is in those dancing tongues of flame”

it doesn’t take an artist to see them
for what they really are
but only an artist can show them
to the rest of the world

so when an artist loves you
let him
he cannot spark your soul
but he can show you
that you set his aflame
draw your own conclusions

let him carry you like a torch
so you both can see
be the light by which he sees
be the beauty which he sees
just be

for even if you leave him in the dark
in the shadow of memory
he will never mistake
memory for misery
and even if he finds misery
by your light, by your beauty
he will treasure it

because now the artist knows
that he is only lost
not blind
and he can still see the light
and the beauty
when she arrives


impossible girl

impossible girl
i can’t win a fight
everything’s a fight
she’s never wrong
until she’s alone
safe and alone
then she knows
she knows
i’m right

i know her inside
knew her before
before we met
because i’m alone
lonely and alone
because i know
i want an
impossible girl

she sows trouble
and reaps the pain
beautiful flowers
cover all four walls
she builds them higher
gathers more flowers
and just beyond
a field of wildflowers

i see a girl who loves
loves her flowers
to gather them
regardless of cost
and all i want
is for her to leave
the comfort of walls
and be outside

her impossible self


phoenix drowned

i was a phoenix
rising from the flame
again and again
but the rains
extinguished a flame

life has brought me rain
storm after storm
calm between
devastation gave me a chance
to rebuild and regrow

life has taught me joy
that grows from dirt and rain
rising from mud
through rubble

life has shown me pain
is the precursor
to relief
and i’ve learned
to take it in stride

but those days are over
i will not rebuild this home
this hurricane
is my last

i leave
i leave it behind
people reach out their arms
they try to stop me

“life isn’t over”
“don’t give up”
“it gets better”
they try to stop me

i just kept walking
but the people didn’t stop
they wouldn’t let me give up
they didn’t want me to quit

“look at all you’ve survived”

i am done
i refuse to survive
this life is over

i quit
keep the house
keep the car
keep the money

it’s been years

and now they see it
those friends of mine
who tried to stop me
because they loved me

i have taken
all life has given
and i’ve burned it
to the ground myself
and the rains
have washed the ash clean

quitting wasn’t about dying
it was about living
instead of surviving
it’s about never rebuilding again
but building forever

a tool forged by fire
should be put to use
a ship that has weathered storms
should sail free.

no more the lives of a phoenix
no more rising from the ashes

it is time to simply rise
like bread
like the sun
like a man in the morning light

they see it now
they see what my words
could never have painted

the flames are gone
the rains are gone
the light remains