Lost boys

And me



Hello dark

Light never

I gasped

And then

We kissed

It tasted like


That I didnt

Share with you

Forgive me

And call me

By my

Real name


Another Passing

In light of death, it seems each person brings their own stories to understand the loss. Maybe to remember the loved one. You are given moments in time which are cherished by your heart. Even though the person no longer breathes, you remember their breath. When they talked to you the day before. Sudden passings have a way of waking up our internal thoughts to the realization that death is not how it should be. Life needs to be lived not remembered. Memories fade with time and that is the most heart wretching part. Times when you were present become mixed with times that have become past. I loved them. I still love them in memory. Knowing that my own time will become part of other people’s memories, as I join the other side. 


Adding up all the places I’ve been

and I can fill a sheet of paper with words

But then I must subtract the ways

that I have been rude to you and other people

It seemed fun at first to sum up my life

in a short and Pythagorian way

then I stared at the paper too long

and my thoughts and feelings divided from the original fun

I realized that I was too young and too old all at once

I child living in a world that expected a certain amount of responsibility

I felt very lost as the integral of space between reality and fantasy grew larger and larger

There was no way to bridge the gap

even multiplying my happy thoughts did not suffice to stem the exponential growth

further and further my dreams left my mind ans I glanced at the paper

I subtracted happiness from money

and all that remained was a fantasy I knew was not real

Imaginary numbers consoled me along as I grasped to understand the equation of life

History taught me something too but I seemed only to heed the teacher in front of my eyes

I thought the story would end happy

that is what I told myself

so I ripped the paper into shreds and started fresh

and there I started to add up all the moments worth cherishing in my life

I left enough room to account for the variable that

my happiness you continue on



Wonderful day

breakfast with champions.

Eating with friends

Is like a warm cup of hot chocolate

everything you want in the moment

sharing memories

exchanging laughter

and I think “Wow I am blessed.”

It is moments like these that keep me


rowing through the waters of time

I am thankful

happy even?

Surrounded in memories that keep my heart thriving