Vapor

The breath of words escapes your lips and dances with the wind.

A flame, nearby, and barely alive, flickers in my heart.

The wind passes and it flickers--first, it grows, and then it dies.

Now the fading vapor of a dream lingers in the dark.

Her

I sat in the bathtub, a little girl sat before me.
Her face was dirty--her bright green eyes stared up at me and her blonde curls danced in a mess around her dirt-covered face.
Gently sponging off the dirt, I asked her,

"Do you know who I am?"
"Yes," she replied innocently. "You're me, from the future." A smile plays at the corners of my mouth as i muse at her prodigality.
I sponge off the last bit of dirt.
"And what do you think about that?"

No More Words

I don't know what I'm saying,
but I say it anyway.
To pick out all the perfect words,
or let them fade away?

Heart/Wall/Confines

There is a weight inside my chest
that tells me that I might have messed things up.
My heart was pure, the path was clear,
but some mistakes cannot be covered up.
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A bitter ache for something fake
to run away from what is real;
A choice to make--to go or stay
within the confines of what I now feel.
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A stubborn heart will never break
but mine is breaking now
A path to choose, a fight to lose...
Lord, God, please show me how.

Captain

Should I drink your imperfections till I drown?
Or steer this boat
and try to find a better, safer place to hang around--
or float?
For I have long since jumped, and cannot swim
and flotsam sinks--It doesn't win...
Or jettison this silly list of hopes?

Apart

Sitting here, so quietly
all the while, smiling
while you tell me all these things
That rip
My heart
Apart.

I don't blame you, honestly.
I love you so much, actually.
I hate that it is killing me
to listen to
your heart

I want to be excited, sure.
But something I want so much more
is to be able to let go
And have a brand new start.

He's wonderful, to say the least,
And that's all I can say for now--
if my heart would stop attempting to destroy me.

Dumb Questions/Dead Horses

I could reign in all these questions by their throats--
(Instead, I won't.)
I could fill the walls inside my brain with yellow sticky-notes...
but no.

These questions do not breathe,

nor do they know how to read,

So logically?

They are both dead and dumb.

I could move on and ask new questions instead

(Maybe I will)

And then do my best (cause I can read) to organize my head,

or ask the old ones till I'm hoarse

and beat the answers like a horse,

and I'm no better off than the poor mare

(it's dead.)