The rain said to the snow;

"why can't I fall slowly like you?
why can't I sweep down gently- 
a sycamore seed that delicately
traces the cool paths of the wind-
like you?

why can't I be soft like you?
why can't I be that smooth cotton
that blankets the land in a close hug,
that holds the weight of scampering creatures
and looks as smooth as the surface of a pearl-
like you?

why can't I be loved like...

Please don't ignore me I need you
You helped me figure out so much stuff
You taught me that it's okay to have guy friends
Please don't leave me
I need you
So don't go
You mean so much to me 
So please 
Please don't leave me
 

Please don't ignore me I need you
You helped me figure out so much stuff
You taught me that it's okay to have guy friends
Please don't leave me
I need you
So don't go
You mean so much to me 
So please 
Please don't leave me
 

you've come a long way. from tears tracing lines down your face; now you've learnt how to wipe them away, storing them for another time.
    you've learnt that life isn't all it seems. people say life is hard; and it is, you will never deny that. but you've also learnt that life is filled with small little moments that will make you smile. the time your attempt was so bad he snorted, and you couldn't help but snort...

you, my starlight, are all i need
you shimmer, you dance, you sing
and i twirl around you
you, my starlight, slowly slip out of my reach
you dance away from what we could be
it leaves me heartbroken
to think that what i held with my own fingertips
flutters away to a new universe
looking for something more than i could ever be…
 

We both seem distant from out friends
But when we talked we laughed all the time with our friends
Now we hardly talk
And never laugh at things we used to laugh at

You're distant from your friends
And I'm distant from my friends
But we used to be close to our friends when we talked
Now we're distant from the world

I've been staying up late 
Just trying to figure out why I feel distant from my friends
But...

An invisible barrier
A tightening they can't feel
Regarding with wary eyes
In the span of a second, stories formed and broken
Words made and lost
Lies told in silence
There's no force behind each second
No opening or closing of doors
The doors are locked
The key lost long ago
Or thrown away without conscious choice
Judging every word they say
I say
Making meanings never stated
Overthinking
Reevaluating
Making something dark and shadowy out of a world made...

    "Sammy!" Sam's mother called after him, "You forgot your backpack!"
    It was a wonderful day in SilverOak. Sam Davis was getting ready to go to the park, his favorite place to go. He loved to just sit down in the shade of the large oak trees and draw. He'd draw whatever was going on in front of him and then turn it into a magical scene.
    Of course his mother thought he was visiting his Grandma across the street....

I know you want the sun
So I'll tell you what

I'll harness the power of the very sun
All for you

The rain said to the snow;

"why can't I fall slowly like you?
why can't I sweep down gently- 
a sycamore seed that delicately
traces the cool paths of the wind-
like you?

why can't I be soft like you?
why can't I be that smooth cotton
that blankets the land in a close hug,
that holds the weight of scampering creatures
and looks as smooth as the surface of a pearl-
like you?

why can't I be loved like...

you've come a long way. from tears tracing lines down your face; now you've learnt how to wipe them away, storing them for another time.
    you've learnt that life isn't all it seems. people say life is hard; and it is, you will never deny that. but you've also learnt that life is filled with small little moments that will make you smile. the time your attempt was so bad he snorted, and you couldn't help but snort...

you, my starlight, are all i need
you shimmer, you dance, you sing
and i twirl around you
you, my starlight, slowly slip out of my reach
you dance away from what we could be
it leaves me heartbroken
to think that what i held with my own fingertips
flutters away to a new universe
looking for something more than i could ever be…
 

An invisible barrier
A tightening they can't feel
Regarding with wary eyes
In the span of a second, stories formed and broken
Words made and lost
Lies told in silence
There's no force behind each second
No opening or closing of doors
The doors are locked
The key lost long ago
Or thrown away without conscious choice
Judging every word they say
I say
Making meanings never stated
Overthinking
Reevaluating
Making something dark and shadowy out of a world made...

If I run fast enough,
                        I can fly. 
My mind tells me this,
My body refuses,
                  But I keep running.

                            Perhaps,
                                         I still remember what...

I didn't know her name, just as everyone else. She was walking down a deserted path, in the fall. She had no one, that I do know. And no one had her, that I have heard. The trees had their arms upwards to the sky. No leaves to be seen. A blank breeze hummed around the bare branches. The trees wore a vacant expression, so did her face; not even the familiar paleness. The amber and gold leaves under her...

Maggie May is always leering over Denny Coleman's shoulder. She's a constant presence who spins on his turntable. She's the second song on a record of Rod Stewart's greatest hits. Stewart's raspy voice creates the scaffolding of Denny's perfect woman. He closes his eyes and imagines them both sitting on a cliff, one covered with brick-red sand and clean white gravel. The sun is dipping down into night. Denny is wearing his best outfit, a green polo shirt with a...

     She carried a bouquet of carnations into her car. No, that wasn't the heaviest thing she carried.She went back to her house, up the stairs, and into an empty bedroom. The sheets and covers were tucked in nicely and they still had a fresh aroma of vanilla on them. She grabbed a box filled with stuff by the bedside table. It contained a pearl necklace, five Agatha Christie books from the Poirot series, and a flip phone...

navigated the halls
of an alien campus,
dreading the sound of the bell

walked past the one
I once called friend, my gaze
boring holes in the wall

sat in the midst
of a bustling lunch table,
relishing our never-ending shenanigans

floated on the surface
of a glittering lake,
dragging my hand through the blue

blundered through pitiful attempts
at small talk, before
getting lost in his eyes again