I try to please you, But it is never enough. Barely worthy of a greeting. An absence that I should not have to try to fill. Ignoring responsibility and all I love. Selfish to the extreme. *** I ask for needed help, But end up having to beg for my existence. You claim you live…

My eyes are drawn to the flowers. Painted with all the colors under the sky. Temporary sculptures of life. Home to tiny creatures and even further unseen beings. Scented inspiration. Provided at no cost or human effort. *** Movement distracts. Quick lizards dart over both wood and stone. Making the world a playground. Enjoying the…

How does a human live? Does life end the same way it begins? Violently and suddenly. What about the middle? Do we dictate our own nature? Some learn to swim while others drown. *** I like to think I live like a dragon. Majestic and a fighter. Long lived and intelligent. Full of the fire…

I used to lay on my back on the the yard lawn, Grass scratching the back of my neck, arms and legs Freshly cut and fragrant in the deep shade. Clouds and planes went sluggishly overhead. My father would tend to the garden while I lay And silently shred weeds in boredom. *** A few…

You are my safe space, My haven against personal walls. My lifeboat when the world outside tries to drown. I can picture every detail in my mind’s eye. *** I love the bright green ficus plant in my window. The tiny bit of life that comforts, Rescued from my dad’s dark office. You survived. ***…

It starts uneasy. I can’t point to what exactly. I feel off. Am I thirsty? No, that’s not it. Hungry? Closer, but still no. Something is wrong. Unbalanced. Nausea starts. Dizzy. Moving objects hurt to look at. It makes the nausea worse. Is the color around different? No, still vibrant but flat. Not dimensional. A…

The first plant in my room was an African violet. Leaves danced in the dark of the night, Bending into frightening and wonderful shapes. As malleable as the child mind that observed. Free. *** A prayer plant came later. Greens and pinks reaching towards the sky at night. Pure white flowers appearing at the most…

I remember when you sent me that beautiful dream. That dream where I had died but was not frightened. Where I met you past the door at the the end of a dark oak hall. Where you met me in a room dressed in the familiar design of a hospital appointment room. Where you took…

It is ours to take. The high or the low. From this world, Torn between heaven and hell. We choose the side, And take it within. In the end it is all that remains inside. You can argue or fight. Some ponderance of the idea of fate. Drawn only by a greater being. An insulation…

Why does it ache? A family vacation in the woods. Mystery. Adventure. Cushioned by the watchful eyes of parents. Safe. *** Why does it pull? Waiting for the janitor to retrieve my bouncy ball from the school roof only to get one more than I should have. Curious. Impatient. Looking towards the future. Hopeful. ***…