Don’t you dare grieve me while I am still here    They’ll be plenty of time for that when I’m gone  Love me today    Ask me to stay      Don’t grieve me while I am still alive If you miss me, tell me    If you love me, let me know it     If you care for me, show it Kiss me today    While I still breathe      Believe in you and me  Grieve me when I am dead    Never grieve me while I still love you Never miss me when you can kiss me     Never doubt me while my heart still beats

Don’t let fear erode your soul until you don’t know who you are anymore. Don’t let fear in, it’ll rage against  the love you have within. Don’t let fear anywhere near your heart, it’ll kill your dreams  before they even begin. And don’t let fear exist in places it shouldn’t, it’ll hide in corners of your unconscious  waiting for you to stumble again. Fear is a limitation  that we so often apply to ourselves. And if you can create it all by yourself, you can also destroy it. 

7,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 (7 Octillion) atoms    zip around in your body making up  you. 7,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 atoms, all of them with a nucleus at the center—the atoms ‘sun’, with several electrons orbiting it—the atoms ‘planets’; the atom mimics our solar system; or, our solar system mimics the atom. Which one came first again? I forget . . . And those 7,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 atoms that presently make up your idea of your ‘self’ as

A good man Got taken away yesterday In an Ice van He had kids He had a job He had neighbors he helped He had grandparents that loved him He was not a violent criminal Let me repeat that again for those that have their head so far up their ass all they can see is red. He was a good man. He had kids. And he was not a violent criminal.  A young lady Told me her story About her abusive father in Mexico And how her mother  Saved up money for years To hire ‘Coyete’  To get her and

I have a friend  who told me he finally found  true love,  but then he lost her.  I have a friend  who told me that she finally got her dream job,  but she hates her boss  and wants to quit.  I have a friend  who moved across the country,  but when he got there,  he missed the mountains.  I have a friend  who didn’t know how to keep living  after running a 100 mile race.  He constantly needs a dream to chase. I have a friend  who always tries to rush  to the end, never enjoyi

The dandelion seeds almost touch her lips    before she blows them away,      making a wish. She wishes for fifty years with me,    but     I wish      to be strong enough       to let her           go. The dandelion seeds catch the wind,          riding it down the mountain.  Her seeds mix with mine,                  and our wishes combine. CH 1/19/26

If I were to stay true to me,    And not shrink myself for you, I would honestly say,       Fuck you.  If I were to go back to being who I was before I met you,      I would say goodbye and never look back.  If I were to be the authentic version of me I’ve known for 33 years,       I’d be ruled by my fears And I’d disappear.  If I stayed true to me,         And didn’t change because of you, I’d get high       Night after night, And never fight     For you. If I was still full

I think I might be underwater  I can't  hear or see  anyone else  under here Everyone  is muted  Every  moment is a blur Time passes and I move slowly  while the days move quickly  Nothing feels real here My stomach is sinking there's a pit in it and it isn't shrinking  I think I might be underwater  or stuck in someone's dream I ache  I ache all the time  People pass by and I try  to carry on but I think I might be underwater  or in a Tim Burton movie  Everything is in black

The White Rabbit  caught up to him again A ticking time bomb went off  taking out a few city blocks  The moon fell  out of the sky The big guy is in heaven  getting high  The White Rabbit caught up to him again and now she is gone so gone Tick-Tock  is the name  of the gator  hunting Captain Hook Tick tock  goes the White Rabbit’s  pocket watch  The Reaper  comes to collect  his check  An anxious rabbit  is running late A Gator’s stomach  ticks all while nothing really  stick

Give me one hour alone in this dark room without you,    before I have to get clothes on,     and float around town        pretending to be fine. What's the line that will bring us back together? What's a line that we haven't already crossed? Are there any words that you can hear that would bring you here? I just need one more hour alone in this dark room without you,    and then I can go do one more day. We made a mistake . . . the pain should fade away, someday. The pain sh

I jog two miles out into the woods,     where I sit by the river       and listen. And it helps. Then, I touch every tree on the trail during the walk back home,   thanking them     for giving me oxygen. And I imagine them thanking me     for giving them carbon dioxide. As I breathe      I look up to the top of every tree       and they all seem        so unique. I wonder what they'd say if they could really speak? After that, I try to feel the sun or the wind on my skin. I b

And what is it called when you don’t want the person you loved to know how badly they hurt you,      because you know that if they truly knew what you went through,        it would hurt them so deeply,        and you still want to spare them from as much pain as you possibly can,         so you never let them know            just how badly they broke you? Is that called courage or cowardice? Is that love or betrayal? If they never know, is there any chance they could still gr

“Remember, Kid,           don’t ever mistake someone's uncertainty                for your inadequacy.” Some people can love you         and still run from you. They can crave connection         and still choose distance.  They can think of you daily      and still never reach out.  They can feel guilt     yet never apologize.  They can want stability      yet create chaos.  They can feel the safest alone     yet fear being forgotten.  Some people can love you deeply      but

He packed his bags—the bags under his eyes resembling that of a raccoon—and under the moonlight, he began his climb.  Mount Hope is where he was told to go if he wanted to sever a soul tie. So to the top of Mount Hope was where he was going. After a few steps, it started snowing. With his head down, he kept going.  It was a lady in his dreams—a lady who was made of light—that told him to climb Mount Hope in hopes of severing his soul tie.  The wind howled fiercely, pierci

I know I'm not a good man because when I take my dog on a walk I only clean up about 75% of his shit. I always leave behind a little bit of shit. I'm not sure why I do this. But about four weeks ago, While walking my dog, I stepped in dog shit, And I about lost my shit. I swear it might've ruined my relationship with how much I complained about it. Honestly. Yet I Always leave behind  About 25%  Of my dog's shit. Just a little nugget  For the earth. But I'm pretty sure doing

The thing I was most afraid of happening happened. And I survived it. I am still alive. I ate it and carried on. I was deeply hurt but I learned. I was burned, but now I am healing. I lived through it. And now this fear has no power over me anymore. Now this fear has no power over me anymore . . . Now most of my fears don’t. Now I am more secure. I walked through the fire and I am fine. I loved truly, was rejected, ate the sadness, and grew. I grew. I’ve changed. I loved. I l

To let go   and detach     just enough     to see it clearly,     while still holding onto seeds of hope,      is almost enough       to grow . . .      Not quite, though. You can’t really let go        if you still cling onto hope. To love from a distance     and have patience;   to walk alongside someone     and not lead them,      or be led by them; to never rush them,      and always love them      just as they are       but from afar        is hard        for those of us

To love is to die To love is to sacrifice our pride To love is to let someone live within To love is to be hurt some day To love  is to know happiness is only real when shared To love is to truly trust  To love is to overcome our lust To love  is to be irrational To love is to believe To love is to give someone hope To love is to be steady when things get heavy To love is to accept someone else fully To love is to forgive To love  is to hold a safe space for someone exactly a

Into the wild    He went    To be alone     Fed up with the demands of western society     Fed up with relationships      Tired of all the pressure     Burnt out by the grind     With a deep desire to be in nature All alone . . .    He was a young man      With a bright future       Who went into the Alaskan wilderness To be All  Alone      He survived for awhile       And might’ve even found some peace in the solitude for a few weeks      But then he started to get lonely   

I’m not sure I have much left to say, my dear     I fear I’ve run dry of poetry and tears I blew out the candles, wishing for fifty years       While you wished to be free from me  So here we are     The last light from a dying star You and me       The last days of a flame      The last of the trickling sand in the hour glass       The last seconds of us And as you fade away     And our love fizzles out        We will be left with pockets full of doubt Did we try hard enough