Own It

remember why you are here

what  you are capable of

remember that you are brilliant

a star shining among all the others

remember your dream

climb the tree

remember that you have to jump

to use your wings

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Making My Way Home

Mister Curiosity

laughter warms cool walls

quiet breath tastes the walls

a city is never known

til a Tuesday morning witness

music singing the raindrops songs

open eyes devour open faces

sweet skin lingering

salt and vanilla

sudden syncing sun tells the tale

I am home

Pining’s Quiet Prose

what to do

what to do

sitting here

I miss you

and you

and you

Longing for wind

trailing through the stars

brightly twisting

into universal truths

Brook babbling

words in a siren’s tongue

secrets uninterpreted

Patience is found

lounging along

touches of soul

condensing in song

oh, how I miss you

full contact laughter

Oh, how I miss you

sly cat-eyed banter

so I do what there is to do

which is sit here

and miss you

and you

and you