Would you trade a lifetime of waking up, going about your day, for one full cycle of the moon to come in and sweep you off your feet in the kind of love you only read about in an old classic novel?

Is it ever really a choice?

ROSE:

If you can remember, bring me some blueberries.

And I can make more muffins.

Well, I can make some, and then have more to spare.

HOBO:

I’ll have to check if more blueberries are ready.

…I’m about to pick blueberries you asked for.

ROSE:

I’ll bet you’ll eat some, lol!

HOBO:

It’s slim pickings.

ROSE:

It’s perfect!

HOBO:

And the blackberries are a little tart.

I didn’t pick many.

ROSE:

We could make a pie.

She came to me as a gift to ease my heart from losing my job, but she was small, thirsty, and wilted.

I took her in, planted her in my dirt, and gave her sunshine, water, and good food.

And then, the door that closed to one job opened to another. Another that seems to offer the chance for all the colors, creativity and imagination I have to offer.

I don’t expect any new opportunity for growth to come quick or easy, but there’s something to learn from planting things in sunshine, water, and good food. It grows the most beautiful flowers.

I guess she eased my heart, after all.

I was reminded of something I’d thought I forgot.

And then my heart, well it stopped.

I got angry, then pretended not to care. Then quietly walked down the length of the stairs.

I opened the blinds to look at the horizon. I laid on the bed, stared into the shadows. Then I wrote this trash poem.

But there are no words typed on a note that can ever express empty.

Because empty means nothing, and nothing is all I’ve got.

Fill in the blank

How you see fit.

Tear down the wallpaper Strip by strip.

Time machines are things of the imagination.

But they say the train always arrives promptly at the station.

Nonsense lines and words fill the paper,

But I forgot to send the letter.

Open it and read it.

Then throw it away.

There will be no more filling in the blanks today.

All the time

Everyday

Around the clock

Everynight

July and the Moon

I suppose I could have dyslexia when I read all the counter narratives you sent to me over time.

But it’s cute you finally looked. I’m so fucking shook.

All that I ever was is there written in a new order–Same heart, same soul, Same mouth, same goals.

I chose to be heard for who I am, not what the eye could see. And last I checked, this is the land of the free.

I stood up for you

I challenged you

I made you laugh

I cheered you on

I promised you first and foremost, I would always be your friend. And through it all, I accepted I was nothing.

But maiden blood of the Graham’s of Scotland run through my veins.

I am stubborn, I am loyal, I fight for what I want with an impassioned craze. And just as my forefathers commanded me, when it matters,

Ne Oublie–Never Forget.

You never knew the REAL PERSON and now you do. And you finally asked for none of it, so my reply is this:

As you wish,

Seannja-Jannese (close enough)

~Graham of Montrose clan.

Liar,liar
Name dropped into the eternal fire.
Step back,step back
I bow to my knees. 

Spitting venom at me for giving your art to your own mother's heart.

And the money on the table,
You took from another single mother.
You lied,and lured, 
cashed in,and destroyed. 

Awww,but you say it's for your clever endeavors...
I'll just sit back and watch the swirl of the leaves as I sip my tea. 

Oh the misfortune, but the deed is done by your own hands.
The promise of the ancient soothsayer can't be out run. 
He'll come a knockin'.

"Knock, knock."     
 "Who's there?"
"Guardian."      
 "Who is there!" 
"A Man"    
 "What the fuck? Enough with this prank.Show yourself."

Nothing...
Silence...
Endless rotation...

And this my friends is the story of an imaginary man, who preys on the vulnerable with his deceitful shams.

Rambling,gambling,
Stumbling,fumbling,
Over your name. 

Reckless,restless,
Heartless,helpless.
How long with so much pain?

Left in the dark, 
You extinguished my spark.
Yet I still sing our broken song. 

Tonight I’m embracing the unknown with arms wide open.

How long has it been since I last sat with my pen and paper, allowing my wild, reckless voice to guide this hopeless dreamer’s heart?

Don’t ever believe the Good Lord above leaves your side because that’s the moment you might miss the feeling of his hands wrapping round to pick you up and carry you.

The music playing in the living room sings a little sweeter, the chords drawing you out to the dance floor. Twisting, turning, the young girl you forgot existed-swirling in circles.

The dimples that cross my face creasing deeper than I can remember.

The open horizon I look out upon promises me more than the eye can ever see.

I am free.