Be happy
even when you’re so sad
a smile feels like climbing a mountain
on a stormy day
Be happy
when the winds are so strong
your face becomes ice
and your arms flap wildly about
unable to tether you
Be happy
for the sake of tomorrow
when the sun will surely shine again
Be happy
when the rain retreats
so that you are stronger
when it returns again
We all have those moments
and I can’t promise they will ever go away
those moments we look in the mirror and say
things we would never whisper
to our closest of friends
We see so much wrong
and our insides curl up
further into themselves
like a wet towel
twisting until dry
But it’s ok
because moments pass
in the time it takes
for a Barista to make your morning Long Black
and perhaps you simply confused
one kind of exhaustion for the other
I can recall every curve
of every body I have lived in
every thought
every wave of emotion
the high and low tides
conjured by my eyes
and I wonder about the days
wasted in front of mirrors
the hours given to a voice
that was never mine to begin with
I am so deep
that if you were to fall into me
you would fall for hours
through the night sky
one littered with dead light
from stars long past
and when you finally land
you will find mountains of tinsel
and me of many ages
smelling it so furiously
my nose begins to bleed
Loving her is hard to do
when the lines aren’t straight
and there are scars on her face
~
Loving her is a difficult task
when they say she’s beautiful
and all you see is the mask
~
Loving her is like a rocky river
a current of icy bends
one touch and she quivers
The vain outpouring of grief
speaks to me in silhouette songs
Outlines fully formed
yet inside
an empty shadow hides
Show me the colours
of a loved one lost
and I will paint you a picture
of loved ones found
~
I have scars that only strawberries can fix
Big, fat, juicy ones that I picked myself
Therapeutic delight
when your scent hits my nose
For it knows the cuts I bare
and promises to be gentle
Don’t follow me into the garden
This one I planted for myself
~
You said it and it stayed
and there it did remain
playing out for always
every day
like a movie marathon
And all I wanted was to read you, a poem of forgiveness
Perhaps this is the poem you were always meant to hear
I forgive you
you did not know
how the weeds would grow
and suffocate the flowers
that wanted to bloom
And when they piled on the dirt
and that putrid smell rose
it filled my nostrils and escaped my eyes
till all i could see was the disgust outside
But again
It’s ok
I think it was meant to be this way
I’ve made friends with the weeds
and forgotten about the flowers
and look!
there are trees
that line blue rivers
which house secrets inside
Swim with me now
and I know I will not drown
You have kept me afloat
of this I have no doubt
and so once more-
I forgive you because,
despite it all
it is you,
who I adore
Golden fences and red pavements
mahogany tables with steel legs
a collated mess of materials
born from mother nature
nurtured by the modern man
and yet nothing is made for me
Never again will I be beaten, by the drums of my own melancholy.
I will whistle while I walk,
For the day has too much wonderful mystery, hidden within its circular walls.
And if the day should bite and disappoint me,
tomorrow will always have a different door.
