My heart

Looking at California,
dreaming about the other side of the world.
This wandering heart
will drag me all over.
Because I was made
to chase the wind.
I was made
to move
and change
and become more than I am today.

will you come along
when I hold out my hand?

Everyone has a Breaking Point

You found me at a weak spot
and worked at the crack
until I was so raw and open
that both of us
were hurt.

The words were true and
the feelings were true.

We didn't have words
to follow the words
that were said.

A rock in the river
where we diverged,
taking separate roads.

But there's a book
that's well protected,
that protects the true words.
The words I never say,
but the ones I should.

Just the sight of it,
and the world make sense again.
And the wounds aren't so raw,
and the cracks begin to heal.

And I look at you,
you pull me closer,
and we're not so far away anymore.

We're the only ones that matter,
the only ones I worry about.
 I'm not with anyone else,
because you're the only one
who can get through the cracks
and heal them again.

Tonight

Put down your tears
there's no time for those
when you're living life
like this.

And that pain you feel
is just in your heart
and you'll live through
another night.

Emptiness Inside

Don't say I'm sorry
one more time.
Don't look at me
with that look in your eyes.
Don't hold my hand,
don't kiss my cheek,
don't remember me.

Don't say empty words,
I don't hear them anyway.

You say all the right things
and yet
your actions don't follow through.

Let's get angry,
and yell at each other
and say things we don't mean.
After,
we'll make empty promises
saying that we'll change,
we'll be stronger,
we won't hurt each other anymore.

But the words are empty,
and fall upon deaf ears.

We both know nothing will change,
so we don't yell,
we don't get angry.
We sit in our silence,
understanding the other
in that great misunderstanding
that we share.

We sit in our silence.

The silence I fell in love with.
The silence I miss the most,
the expressionless meaning,
the sweet contradiction
of what is not said
and what is not heard.

I believe your silence.

So don't speak.
Don't say I'm sorry.

And we'll sit in our silence.

together.

Our Elements

It started in a field by the river
and then grew into a forest by the waterfall
soon we were conquering open water.

And when we felt the wind
we let ourselves be taken by it.

The storms blew us
and threatened to break us,
but the sun came back out
and we clung to what was important.

The wind still blows,
the storms still rage,
and the rivers still dance in their beds.
The stars still shine through the clouds
and the sun still rises in the morning.

Land and water,
both have stood between us
using time as their weapon.

But we have lived them all,
with still so many more miles to go.

I like to go back to that beginning sometimes
when the summer was young
and so were we,
as we laid there and listened to the river.

Wandering Love

Be careful
when you fall
in love
with the wanderer.

Be careful
when you fall
in love
with the artist.

Be careful
when you fall
in love
with the reader.

They create grand ideas
and have
even grander plans.

The need
for the wind
in their hair
never goes away.

It pulls in their heart
every single day
in a way
that cannot
be ignored.

They never think
of where they are
as where they are.

There is always another story
another world
around them.

They walk in a daze,
they walk in a dream.

And whoever can wake them
will challenge the wind,
will challenge the thoughts,
and the worlds,
and the words.

They will wander,
lost in this new happiness
found in reality.

They will wander between here
and there,
torn between
their loves.

So be kind
when you fall
in love with
the wanderer,
and the artist,
and the reader,
be patient when they
lose themselves
in their thoughts.

Be kind,
and patient,
and trust
that they will always
come back to you.

No matter
how far they go
in their mind.

No matter
how far they travel
away from you.

they will come home.

my silent friend

your pages are all full,
and yet pictures still fill my head
pictures that you would enjoy
and protect.

i've never bonded to an object
quite like this before.

this is my story.
and my story goes on,
our story goes on.

it will take many more pages
in many more books
before my story is ended.

my story
is a poem
about the stars falling
as i hold your hand
in the cool grass
the place i go back to
the place where
my life changed

without me even realizing it.

my story
is staying up
long after everyone is sleeping
battling myself
over too many thoughts in my head.

my story
is chaos
and simplicity.

and scary decisions
and childish goals

it is short-term sights
on long-term goals

it is you and me
and feeling time rush past us
as the world stands still.
caught in a place of our own.


all these words i would write... and now it is time for something i have never done before, now you stand open beside me.  i'm scared, but confident.
so tonight, i will spend one more night with all your secrets to myself.

and tomorrow is a new day,
but thank you for all the nights.
my leatherbound.