Missing
Woke up this morning from a series of intermingled bad dreams, so many people, so many places, so many memories. Crying in my sleep and hard to hold it back now I'm awake.
I miss my baby.
I miss living for today and dreaming about tomorrow.
I miss riding shotgun with my hand on your lap.
I miss reading bedtime stories, pick two books.
I miss watching you sleep, your face next to mine when I wake.
I miss McClain and Tumwater, Pheonix and Jim.
I miss the stars on the ceiling.
I miss circle boy, hip cat, and the kitchen stink.
I miss hearing my name, I miss saying your's more.
I miss Wendy's and Denny's and Happy Meals with you.
I miss my independance, my time and my space.
I miss talking to you on my smoke break.
I miss your eyes and your smell, your hair and your taste.
I miss holding hands, your touch, your embrace.
I miss PST, RTV and ABC 1560.
I miss remembering and not crying.
I miss my baby.
There once was a man..
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who's wife had a rather large bucket.
And rather then loose it
she'd let him use it
And it leaked wherever he took it.--by Trinity Dejavu
There once was a woman..
There once was a woman from Cox
who had an enormous box!
She called herself Madge
after her glorious fadge.
And in winter she stuffed it with socks.--by Trinity Dejavu
Everyday, I Think of You
Alone in a room full of people.
Perched out the way, on display.
Often spoke, but never talked.
I'm glad we did.
I Love You Miyabina <3
Seeds of Change
A Storm is coming....
Maddeningly adrift on a calm ocean, disturbed only by fruitless attempts at control, unable to build momentum save to lift myself momentarily only to crash back down.
Despondency clouds the horizon, life on hold with no where to go.
Seeds sown, prayers answered, eyes opened. The storm is coming, but this is my storm. This is my change, my beginning, and its good.
....I'm not afraid anymore.