Walking on the Fence

Walking on the Fence
9/22/2016

I was walking on the fence of life
With no ground close in sight,
All I could see, from side to side,
Was a landscape barren of life.
The darkness spread around me,
My only saving grace was the fence
That stretched forever in front of me,
But my future was full of suspense.
Too scared to look behind me
But there was nothing to see ahead,
Just a big, black wall of confusion,
To the slaughter I was being led.

But then your hand pushed through the dark
And the fence forked to each side,
After a moment of indecision
I finally made up my mind,
So I grasped your hand and followed you
Along a different path
And suddenly I started to see
A field of flowers and grass.
Where before there was only darkness
A future began to unfold,
I found a way back to the light
And happiness finally took hold.

We will dance through the field of flowers
Forever side by side,
And any sort of darkness found
I will fight with you as my guide,
And always I will guide you
If you lose sight of the light,
I'll reach through the wall of darkness
And together we will fight
So no longer will we walk the fence
Struggling to find balance in life,
No more wavering back and forth
Together we'll fight through all strife.

The Rope

The Rope
12/9/2015

Life is a rope, long and harsh
      That we hang on,
             cling to,
                     dangling
                          as we fall,
                                spinning
                                      and twirling
                         as we tumble down
                    the  cliff side
               bouncing
         and rebounding
   as we fall toward the bottom.
Sometimes
the rope gets stuck
and you dangle
   before the rope
        untangles
              and you free fall
                        once more.
                              Sometimes
                              You
                              Fall
                             Straight
                             To
                             The
                             Bottom
                         But
                     Chances are
                 It takes some time
             and you end up
          swirling
                 and twirling
                          and you rebound
                                  before you
                                           finally
                                                reach
                                                   the rock
                                             hard
                                        bottom.
                                    But--
                           look at it this way.
                    No matter how you
              reach
      the bottom
You still have the rope.

When They Walk Out the Door

When They Walk Out the Door

5/26/2015

The worst feeling one can possibly have

Is to see the one you love most, walk out the door

And you don’t know when they might be back.

To let go of that hand is the worst thing of all

Whether they come back to you or not

Really isn’t your call.

So you wait and you wait until you see them again

And you can’t help but smile when you see their face

But then you must go on and pretend

Like everything is going to be alright,

You have to take a deep breath

And put up a righteous and glorious fight

To not succumb to the pain and show the tears

And to keep a tight hold on your secret

And put a leash on all of your fears

So the one you love most will not worry

And stop to make the goodbye longer

So instead you push and try to make them hurry

Out the door when all you want is to be together

But you have no choice or it will be harder

So instead you try to be wise and clever

And get them to leave faster and be on their way

So you can cry and hurt by yourself

And hope to see them again another day.

But the one you love notices

They always do,

They can see the hurt on your face

And the sadness too,

So they don’t walk out that door

They don’t walk away

Instead they stay and dry your tears

And at least for a little longer they choose to stay.

They make everything better

And though it may feel like you will never

See their face again

You don’t have to hold tight and pretend

Because they will ease away the pain

And help you keep yourself sane

Before they step out that door

And promise to see you because your face they adore.

They will kiss your lips

And promise it’s not the apocalypse

They will always come back

And kept your heart intact

For they love you most of all

And they will help you keep your head tall. 

I Am Here

I Am Here

4/20/2015

I Am Here—

The steady pulse, the beat of music

Dwells in the background.

The soft click, the tick, the beat of the keyboard,

Clicking—

Clicking.

Hard chair, soft floor—

Soft cat dancing around my chair,

A soft mew

Seeking attention.

A soft pat on the head, he purrs and walks away

Only to wander

Right

Back.

It smells of a roast cooking—

A waft of onion—

Garlic—

Drifts through the room

And out the window into the

Cold

Dark

Night.

The keys on the keyboard

Are hard

And though they relent

It is only just enough to register

And translate my thoughts

To the bright

White

Screen.

The dark, black words appear across a pristine white page

Giving it a meaning.

A sour taste permeates my mouth,

So I reach for water

To wash it away.

But it still remains—

Though dulled.

My necklace clicks

And shifts

Against the soft skin at my throat.

My phone buzzes

My roommate curses

A car drives by

The cat yells

And spazzes behind me, playing with his dirty sock

Filled with catnip.

The song ends.

I Am Here—