The Cat

T he car stopped.
H orrified, I looked at my friend.
E verything had been fine until the
C at jumped in the road.
A fter that we drove off.
T he cat had been hit.
I was
S till trembling.
A ll I could think about was the
L oud crash, and
I couldn’t take my mind off the
V iolent scene.
E verything happened so fast.

My Ship

Sometimes,
You aren’t enough.
The storm rages,
The waves grow rough.
You pilot your ship,
As best you can,
But then you slip
And run aground.

Sometimes,
You feel so free,
Like you could do anything.
You could be anything you wanted to be.
You open your sails, unafraid,
And sail away.

Sometimes,
You’re all alone.
No crew to assist you,
No port to call home.
The swells seem infinite,
Cold and blue.
Your ideas seem finite
When the endless possibilities
Are suddenly lonely.

Constantly
There is a force, guiding you on
Call it love, call it God
It will never blow wrong
It will steer you home
Wherever home can be found

So don’t give up hope,
Because like a ship out at sea
You’ll never be deserted
Even if you can’t see.

A Walk by the Koi Pond

I walk in the
Long green grass
In the meadow
By the stream
Next to
The Koi Pond.

I walk by
The skinny stream
Glistening in the sunlight
Listening to
the trickle of the water
And the twitter of birds
Coming from
The Koi Pond.

I feel the wind
Tussle my hair
And push me with excitement
Walking me into
The path of
The Koi Pond.

I sit down on
The smooth stone rocks
That dangle off an edge
That overlooks
the waters of
The Koi Pond.

I watch the Koi fish
With magnificent colors like
orange, black,
Yellow, white,
and red
Glide gracefully
Through the water
And leave smooth ripples in the water
That makes my mind wander
As I get lost in the presence
Of The Koi Pond.

Emotion

Envy is a slithering insecurity.
Envy is the feeling of drinking poison.
Envy is a snake.
Peace is the caress of water on skin.
Peace is the feeling of laying in the grass.
Peace is a whisper of a dream.
Anger is the ringing of ears.
Anger is the feeling of tearing paper.
Anger is a confining box.
Love is the flicker of heat across cheeks.
Love is the feeling of curling up in a blanket.
Love is the twinkling of fairy lights.
Hatred is a vein of darkness.
Hatred is the feeling of dirty dishwater.
Hatred is boiling storm clouds.
Joy is the warmth of sunlight.
Joy is the feeling of being uncontainable.
Joy is a jack-in-the-box.
Sadness is the pressure of a grey day.
Sadness is the feeling of a weighted blanket.
Sadness is humidity.
Emotions are a movie full of color.
Emotions are the feeling of an unpredictable book.
Emotions vary.

Evelyn

Every day
Every night
I fall
Further and further

Falling
Falling
Falling

For her.
Her smile,
Face,
Energy,
Everything.

I stay up.
Later every night.
Thinking of her.
Every feature.
Writing her letters,
Poems.
Crying over thoughts.
Whether we’ll become more
Or stay as we are.
Wondering.
All night.
Hoping for more,
Hoping to be the one.
The one for her.
The one that makes her smile.
Her first thought,
Her love.

I finally have enough courage,
To tell her.
I probably mean nothing to her.
Nothing more than a friend.
Not how I see her.
It’s okay.
Even if she’s into girls,
She’s not into me.
Never.
I thought I had a chance.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Maybe I thought wrong.
It’s always maybe.
I tell her how I feel.
I ask if we can be more.
Maybe she says.
It’s always maybe.
But it’s better.
Better than no.
I move on,
Once again.
Hoping again,
To find someone.
Someone who will love me,
And
I love back
Like I do,
For Evelyn.