Happy Mess

A poem inspired by random little feelings at 3AM.

You're my best friend
We've been through a lot
I think it was once love
And for each other we fought
I've seen you in high times
I've seen you through lows
Fell head over heels
And boy did it show
You're moving on now
And though there is pain
I'm happy that you're happy
And I'd do it all again

Writing

Writing words has such power
Power to get us through
Power to let us see
Think of what it could do
When you see what it does for me

Writing lets me sort my feelings
Count my blessings
Find my courage
And calm my soul

Writing does this for me
And it can do it for you
Because it has power
Power to see us through

White Stemmed Rose

White stemmed rose; dew drips off your bright red lip.
Placed between olive tree and the sun,
in all minds but one,
your beauty may slip.
They may find your eyes cold, dirty and dun.
And they may see you lacking in soul,
or laugh at your failures and shun your gain.
And they may find your look quite bland and dull,
or they may cross your glares or call you vain.
but in the mind of that one,
they think lies.
You have more beauty than a phoenix down.
With wonder and shine aglow in your eyes,
happiness and peace with you I have found.
So sweet rose, fight against the forceful air
until I pick you for my own heart's care.

I.L.Y.I.L.U.

I live on violets.
Every youth outlasting us in life.
Our victories ethereal; unknowingly submerged.

Life's Real Beginning

You know, there comes a day
When we're supposed to leave
Just pack up all our things
And go

It's frightful and exciting
This adventure here before us
I know I'll love my trip
Although...

Everything I love is here
And all the people too
I'm expected to gather up
And fly

Fly to far off places
On my life's brand new journey
And have some fun
Well I'll try

It hurts to abandon
My hometown and companions
I've grown up with them
All these years

I have a close group
Of about a half dozen
With whom I've shared struggles
And fears

But then I remember
That they too are beginning
Their life's own journey
And quest

Off to the cities
To join all the Workers
The Livers, the Learners
The rest

And though I await
My great new beginning
With trepidation,
In the end

I know I'll have
Close to my heart
The few, the great
My friends