For all the Fairy Tale Lovers

Bound up in ancient leather, strung up with care
Held in delicate hands, willing to bare,
The unbelievable stories of old
Waiting for someone wanting to be told.

Stories of adventure and daring deeds
Of love; princesses who need to be freed
Lost boys, lost slippers, and true love's first kiss
Journeys to be taken that can't be missed.

Open up your heart, open up your mind
Listen to the tales, see what you will find
Imagination, Creativity
Where will it lead? We will just have to see.

So look into the book, tell me all the tales.
Take me away, on a ship I will sail.

Cyclone

**This is an older poem, but one of my favorites**

pitter patter on the roof
thee first rain of autumn
and in with the storm
i can feel the memories,
images of us happy
but it wasn't right

i was a graceful drizzle
wanting to dance,
and HE was my destructive hurricane

all i wanted was someone to love me,
someone to call me beautiful,
and HE did that didn't HE?
but i didn't see the tempest in the distance

things changed,
the water flooded in
and there was nothing i could do
but watch as everything was tattered and ruined
like the little girl who went out to far
and got lost in the darkness
struggling to reach for what ever air was left

i handed in my ideas of love
my fairy tales
for a monsoon of destruction and called it a fair trade.

Practical Joke

How could I have been so wrong

From the very beginning I knew; just friends

But the poetry, conversations, connection

Diluted the reality I was in

I knew what I felt

I thought you felt the same

I tried so hard to keep myself sane

To be realistic

But the voices around me told me otherwise

I fell into the trap they built 

Have been swallowed

Have been let down 

Again

Why do I keep up the act

Why do I pretend 

I'm not worthy of your affection 

I'm not enough to catch your eye

I had my first dream about you 

I thought that was a sign

It was just mockery 

Laughing at this pain of mine

Why do I believe the lies

Why do I fall again and again 

I should hide

My heart

My soul

Maybe then I wouldn't get hurt

April 9th

 A ring, A car, A needle
Without context seems meaningless
How wrong was I?

A symbol of love
Approved from up above
Without prediction, thereof
A promise

Useful in the means of travel
Until it smashes into the gravel
And the world seems to unravel
Into a heartbreak

A heightened sense of pain
Afraid? Yet I can't abstain
Blaming my brain
An outlet

These three can be caustic
The source of action and influencing
Pulling into the darkness

Me Too

You're hurting so badly
I see the pain in your eyes
I see you tense your arms and your neck
I want to help you but I don't know how

I keep telling you that everything will be okay
But I don't know if it will be

I came out of my darkness
It was a long hard process, but I did
Not everybody does
I pray you aren't like them
I pray that you overcome it

We all struggle with our demons
If you only knew that you weren't alone
You aren't the only one who hates themselves
If you only knew some of the things people have done
What I've done

I want to tell you
I'm afraid you'll judge me
Hate me

I see your suffering

Dear God, please help him