She was under
completely. It happened so slow 
that no one noticed.

We only hate the
trash talkin' when it ain't us 
who be doin' it.

A love so intense
it would make even Morticia 
and Gomez blush.

You came behind me 
to smell my hair and I leaned 
in to feel your breath.

A story 'bout a 
woman, a man, an umbrella 
and a cafe.

I want you more than
I've ever wanted you and 
that'll be true again.

She talked and talked not
knowing what she would say 
next until she said it.

I thought of them. I 
don't know why. After having
not for so, so long.

I use your old 
t-shirt to blow my nose when I'm
sick, 'cause I love you.

He talked of doves
flying and hearts on the brink. I 
wanted to hear more.

I ran away and 
then came back again and I 
ran away again.

The hills were one 
color, the sky another and 
the water one more. 

I want something 
sordid to come of it. I want 
them to fall apart.

I don't need you to 
poison me. I can pick my 
own poison, thank you.

Those weren't the days. These
are the days now. These days are
what's ahead of me.

There's no plateau in 
this world as pretty as the 
top of that mountain.

I walked through the dark 
worlds of rats and gators and 
wolves and now I'm here.

She leaves her sparkles
behind her so that you'll follow 
and meet her there.

I wanna go back,
way back, to that house in 
1987. 

Some people think there's 
too many love songs in the 
world. I think there's not.

I wanna do 
everything. Every single thing
for the rest of my life.

I love dreaming that
dream where we're falling in love 
all over again. 

I felt eyes upon
my back. I shivered, turned.
It was just the cat.

I'm not sure who I 
was or who I am, but I 
miss that girl a lot. 

"Ain't nothin' gonna
break my stride. Ain't nobody 
gonna slow me down."
-Matthew Wilder

She wanted him so 
much that she would not rest
until she had him.

We inspire each 
other. We feed on the creative
light that we share.

They looked so sad at 
each other, but their arms said
quite another thing.

Facebook is just a 
silly video game. Don't 
get mad when you lose. 

I don't wanna talk
about me anymore. Let's 
talk about you now.

When I dream of my 
childhood home I dream of it 
different than it was.

I wrote a song
about a song and a poem
about a poem.

The Spirits of 
Christmas past, present, and future are
beside me tonight.

I look at my hands and 
I see my mother's. Then I 
see grams', forever.

"For auld lang syne, my
jo, for auld lang syne, we'll tak
a cup o' kindness yet..."

You'll need to dress warm. 

The wind's cold from a magic 

carpet at that height.

Today there wasn't
any sun. The night had no 
beginning or end.

I'm sitting in the 
living room, my coat on, like 
something might happen.

The anger was 
planted then grew through me, gripping, 
strangling my heart. 

I was, oh, so tired
and that black night/warm, soft bed 
felt so mighty fine.

It was there, close.  
I could feel its sounds and hear
the way it looked at me.

She let the wind catch

the blanket before it fell 

softly on the sand.

My mind was racing,
but around only one thing:
his legs, his eyes, him.

I pulled my jeans
over my thighs and slowly wrapped 
my waist up in them.

That feeling I get 

when the night's black and I lay 

under warm blankets.

In my heart I felt
akin to every person
I walked by that day.

There's fire in my heart

keeping me warm within from 

the cold, cold outside.

I think we've exchanged 
skins. I feel you under mine.   
Do you feel me, love? 

one 
moment 
it 
was 
winter 
then 
the 
skies 
parted
I 
thought 
it 
was 
spring

I realized something 
in your eyes, love, and I think 
it was our future.

There I was with my 
doe eyes wanting you to want 
me as I did you.

the best memories
are being made by you right 
now here in this life

Every moment takes
me somewhere. I just never
know exactly where.

The sounds are quiet.
The air is still and cold. The 
night waits for the sun. 

There's melancholy
warmth in grey skies and cold nights
for Winter's come home.

Live and let live and
live and live and live and live
and live and let live.

His gaze locked on her.
She laughed and thought, I sure hope 
he's looking right now.

"You know, everyone
has love in them. Some people 
just don't use it all."
-Rita Overby

Reading by iphone
flashlight app and Netflix Fireplace,
nothing warmer.

It was their first date 

and they talked and talked about

others' marriages.

You can be my 
sunshine and I will be the clouds 
on the horizon.

"...every detection 
of what is false directs you 
toward what is true..." 
-Og Mandino

The crow flies between 
two trees. Must be nice having 
a vacation home.

I love the fog, so 

cozy and low. It feels like 

I'm walking on air.

From the hills of where
I am to the seas of where
you are our hearts live.

The moon, the moon. That 
grey lovely pulling me here
and there. Ah, the moon.

"Let me be your
ruler. You can call me Queen Bee
and, baby, I'll rule."  
                                           -Lorde

She was parched. The
world was dry around her. The 
dry overcame her.

I listened to music
from my youth and I couldn't 
dig it just couldn't

I miss all the precious 
time I squandered before 
I had my children.

Once I went to the 
wax museum and it was 
really super creepy.

I'd walked the quiet
streets paved between the rows and
rows of mobile homes.

We lived in a 
trailer park and listened to Jane's 
Addiction on cassette.

Everything's under
this blanket of winter. Cold, 
grey and far away.

The cat she likes to 
snuggle more in this cold dark
and I like it too.

The sun's cold grey rays
these days leave us early for 
the cold shade of night.

No idea's so 
perfect it should be set in stone, 
but written in sand.

I can't find the words. 
I've searched and searched in vain and
nothing. There's none there.

I've known him so long,
yet I can't stand near him without 
needing his kiss.

I'll walk beside you
through every heartache, every
joy, each sigh, each tear.

The moon had that star
near it like a beauty mark 
on a lady's face.

She writes about her
London the way I reminisce 
about New York.

It was cold, then the 
sun came and warmed us and the 
birds began to sing.

"You help me sing my 
song. You right me when I'm wrong.
Maybe I'm amazed..." 
                                    -Paul McCartney

The season had 
painted the trees and weeds of my 
youth a frosty shade. 

You are not good and 
you are not bad, but you are
both all together.

The child squealed with 
delight. She said aloud what 
we were all thinking. 

With those knowing eyes 
she was not a baby, but 
a little woman.

When he said, "Be the
change you want to see in the 
world" he was right.

"I bless the rains down
in Africa. I bless the rains 
down in Africa." 
                               -Toto

"Death cannot stop true
love. All it can do is delay
it for awhile."
                         -Westley

You danced with me. I 
didn't know you would and I
stand here smiling still.

I love the sounds of 
their sleeping breath near me through
the cold, black, long night.

He talked in that way
that told a story with each
syllable he breathed.

She lived in the gum
drop trees, on marshmallow dunes
near the River Fudge. 

The morning was dark 
and so cold. It took so long
to become the day.

Oh, you, sky that I 
could fly in to and float through
forever, always.

I thought I hadn't 
read it and I had. The poems
were marked with stars.

She was not the babe
I thought I'd have and I felt
like a bad mother.

She made fun of him 
to her parents and it made 
me super angry.