Empty Moon

If the moon disappeared,

the sky would turn black,

the stars would float,

with no one to turn to.

Where would my dreams go,

the sun would feel like a widow,

Looking up for their friend,

when they are feeling low.

Anew Without You

I am the sun that rose,

I am the new day that came,

when everything crumbled,

I still shined.

You looked at the ground,

and only saw dirt,

You never saw the seed that was planted,

nor the care tended.

But a flower bloomed,

more colorful,

and much brighter,

than the sun.

Her Smile

That Sweet face basking in the sunlight,

who didn't know I was coming,

and was surprised that I came.

Her smile, so genuine, so pure,

Filled my heart,

with more love than I ever knew.

A real life Cinderella at the age of four,

who sailed through adversity

with the grace of a princess,

and the resolve of a girl.

Rock On

Banging the drums, flailing the beat,

That's the job he came to do.

It's the role his people know him in,

Slamming the drums like no other.

A shot rings out,

blood on the floor,

the role he once played,

he will play no more.

He's gone from the back,

and made his way to the front.

Drums to guitar,

Background to Lead,

Changed his hair,

Changed his name,

The man we once knew,

now has a different game.

Seasonal Affective Disorder

Rain, Snow, Please go. NOW.

Clouds, Rosebuds, Rainbows Abound.

Sunshine Brings April Smiles.

Ode to Jean Shorts

It's 6 o'clock. You wish you had jean shorts.

It's 7:15. You wish you had somewhere to go.

It's 8:20. You have somewhere to go.

What DO you want, really?

Do you not want to care about the time?

Do you not want to care about where to go?

I bet you'd rather bask in the sun,

wearing your jean shorts,

with your phone off,

and life around you.