Puppeteer

I can’t think of a word

That would bring people near

Can’t think of a line

That would make it all clear

For I am the puppet

Plus I hold the strings

Tell both the joke

And dance toward the wings

Make sure the smile

Stays planted in place

Bring both the timber

And lipstick, in case

Be sure to bring twine

And a candlestick too

For I can’t be broken

I must be seen by you

I smile my smile

Laugh all of my words

Can’t think of a time

That I was last heard

For I am a puppet

A disjointed thing

Unable to hide

My tears and my strings

Make sure the smile

Stays planted in place

Bring both the timber

And lipstick, in case

Be sure to bring twine

And a candlestick to me

For since I am broken

It’s time you all see

Holding

Holding on to what might have been

Is like holding on to a cloud

It was beautiful at one time

Yet left without a sound

I cannot reconcile my head

With the heart that I still own

I'm stuttered and disrupted

A broken unset bone

Crying about what was lost

Is like wishing for a wave

A masterpiece that once occurred

A wonder that can't be saved

I beg for you, sweet memory

Please grant me a reprieve

Let me go on with life

For I can no longer grieve

Fly By Night

You can dive with the 
Fishes
The Dragonflies

You can swim with the 
Mermaids
The Fireflies

You can dip with the 
Wings
Of the Butterflies

You can swoon with the 
Moon
The Alibis

Your days have left me 
Alone
But not Scared

Alone
With the darkness
But Prepared

Your love is not something
That needs to be

I loved you 
With a longing
Unfortunately

You can dive with the 
Fishes
The Dragonflies

You can swim with the 
Mermaids
The Fireflies

You can dip with the 
Wings
Of the Butterflies

You can swoon with the 
Moon
The Alibis

Searching

Is there a word

A truth

A thought once whispered

That can help define me

Will I always be that soul

Searching for my body

Is there a place

A moment

A paragraph written

That can help define my call

Will I always be that body

Searching for my soul

Stitched

My heart is stitched upon my sleeve
The thread is growing bare
It doesn't even match my coat
It's frayed beyond repair

Some are born with an armored sleeve
Immune to wear and tear
Others are born to pick your strings
Clipping you without care

Some are born with a plastic sleeve
Looking true but not quite real
They pull you in and steal your breath
Consuming you as a meal

My heart is stitched upon my sleeve
With a needle made of steel
Its colors bleeding, its unsewn parts
Weaving deeply for me to feel

The Bird and the Wolf

There used to be a bird that loved me
Always dropping food on the ground
She loved to see me pick it up
Just so I could hang around

There used to be a wolf that spied me
Always inching in from afar
I would sink my hands through his coarse mane
Forgetting just who we are

I realized one day
That the bird didn't love me
Nor did the wolf, as he spied

The food that was dropped
Was merely a ploy
To make sure the wolf would stop by

I questioned the bird about it
Asking why did this need to be so
She answered plainly and to the point
Don't take offense, that's how things go

I questioned the wolf about it
Asking why did this need to be so
He turned on his tail and looked at his paws
Answering plainly, who knows how these things go

Tuesday

I am melted ice cream

Floating with

A sticky spoon 

You are ice cold lemonade

Vivaldi's "Summer"

An enchanting moon

I am only Tuesday
And you are the Fourth of July

I am grasping for the ring
Eyes closed
Reaching tight
You are sailing on the sea
Gershwin's "Summertime"
In diamonds of light

I am caught in the riptide
Struggling
To find air
You are dancing on the sand
Ravel's "Boat on the Ocean"
Laughing and unaware

For I am only Tuesday
And you are the Fourth of July