Wanderlust

My mother said that I might fall in love;
My father said that I’d be damned.
My brother laughed and said,
“Just keep on trying.
You just do the best you can.”

I remember being so young,
That the world was just a breath away.
I remember everyone saying, oh,
That I would always be the same.

But now I’m older and I’ve grown
At least a little, so I’m told,
And second chances they don’t come often,
So I better hold on.

Just hold on! Hold onto me, darling!

My mother said that I might fall in love;
My father said that I’d be damned.
My brother laughed and said,
“Just keep on trying.
You just do the best you can.”

My mother told me to be happy.
My father said it won’t work out.
My brother laughed and said,
“Just keep on singing, J,
Just sing it out.”

And I’ve been thinking about her;
I’ve been dreaming of her face;
I’ve been smoking like a freight train,
Heading southbound down the highway
All night long.

One day, I’ll tell her who she is to me.
One day, I’ll get to hold her hand.
One day, I’ll sing a song and I’ll keep on singing;
I’ll just sing it out, out, out.

My mother said that I might fall in love;
My father said that I’d be damned.
My brother laughed and said,
“Just keep on trying.
You just do the best you can.”

My mother told me to be happy.
My father said it won’t work out.
My brother laughed and said,
“You’ll make it one day or another, J,
Just sing it out.”

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The Boy vs The World

There are some things he can’t explain,
And the girl throws herself into the sea
Wondering why.
Line after line, he casts out, hoping she might take hold,
But this water is cold, and the creatures locked beneath its waves
Are monsters who no longer tell stories,
But devour souls.
He wonders.
He doesn’t dream anymore.
The grass around his perch withers with the changing seasons.
Day and night play a dance in the sky as he forgets what time has gone by.
“One last line,” he says again.
And again.
And again.
Countless, it seems.
“You’re not perfect,” he says with a final tear in his eye,
“But I don’t care.”

The Ghost

I still believe in ghosts.
I’ve seen them out of the corner of my eye,
Or in a passing glance.
Perhaps a smile has left me with this curse.
They write letters to me from time to time.
Sometimes, if I dare, I write back.
In the dark, I can still see their shadows.
In the light, they look just like you.
If I pause, just for a moment, I might even hear them whisper,
Calling out from beyond the beyond
And into my fears.

I found one in particular that struck my fancy,
A daunting dawn of past sunrises.
She follows.
Hollowed out, I see her fill herself with trinkets and tinker with the light and dark.
A work of art, she is.
If I could’ve painted, oh, I would’ve painted her.
Moonlike skin, silk-white dress, eager smile – she wants to come back home.

Some say you can come back;
Others say you’re gone for good,
But still I find myself in the cold of night,
Beckoning under my breathe, saying,

Are you still there?

Salted Seas

I write the numbers on my hands.

One. Two. Three.

I keep counting…

Seven. Eight. Nine.

There are too many!
They keep coming through.

Fifteen. Twenty. Thirty.

How long might I stand against?
How long should I endeavor?
The waves – oh, the waves!

Crash. Splash.

The nails are slipping from the boards.
My men fall to my left, my right hand gripping my trusted sword.
Cannon fire alleviates my ears from the screams! 
The sails have ripped now,
And the mast is cracked and envies the strength I have to continue standing tall.

Crash. Splash.

Oh, the fallen lives with waiting wives and family ties.
My men respect my orders.
My men do not question an impossible feat.
My men do not give in.

Crash. Splash.

The sound of swords meeting metal and bone fills me with fear and with hope, hope that our demons meet their end.

Crash. Splash.

Sunlight breaks through in the east.
Shoreline peaks above the horizon.

We keep sailing.

Little Goose

I can count the seconds between all the times we smile and laugh on one hand.
Like a nice hug, you warm me up inside just by being around, and
Our favorite place to go is anywhere we’re together doing whatever we want, maybe
Venturing into the wild.
Every time you say my name, I pause.
You know you’ve won this little paper heart of mine.
Over and over it folds intricately into cranes to match the butterflies in my stomach.
Understand where I stand, girl.
There are things I haven’t said to you, but I’m sure you already know.
Only honesty is what I wish to show.
Only forward do I wish to go.

Dear Girl

I am not perfect, but I feel that flaws make us unique.
You say you can’t bare for me to love you,
But you have shown your worth in smiles,
And you won me over with laughter.
You once told me that sometimes you’re the boat, and sometimes you’re the waves,
But, girl, either way you cross the ocean.
We have both spent our time as the sea, and the boat, and the wind, and the rain, and the waves, and the anchors.
I ramble, and I lose track of where I’m going with my lines, but I feel that you still find a way to read between.

Just know – You are a pearl. Once a grain of sand, you have layered yourself and you shine so bright, so beautifully.

I hope it isn’t out of reach to say I can be patient if you can keep smiling. I wish to see you grow. 

Darling

I am not a perfect man,
And I will never claim to be,
But I will wrap my arms around you
Every time I have to leave.
And every word that I say
Is like a kiss upon your cheek,
And every kiss upon your neck
Is a promise I will keep.
I will stay by your side
When the night draws near,
Darling;

Hold me close.