Sleigh of Roses

For a Loving Couple, J.W.M. & W.J.M.


Beauty is in the romance of love in your partner's eyes
               when they see you.
The warm fuzzy feeling you get when they
               kiss your lips.
Holding on to you tightly
              in an everlasting embrace.
Nothing surpasses the love in giving your loved one
              a sentimental gift.

A beautiful sleigh with roses of purest red and
beautiful flowers and ribbons, too.
The sleigh made of porcelain so delicate that one slight touch
can                break                   it.
Roses so red that they look as if someone bled on them
with sheer devotion in their love.
Pine and fir to give it the perfect touch
of such art.

A love so real and so might that no gloom
              can touch it.
A love so old, that it is
              renewed once again.
A love so new, that it shin on brilliantly
              like a star in the sky.

The sleigh of roses awaits for you all...
To take you on a romantic ride through the night.

Dear Arizona

You are a filthy thief.
You are stealing my family bit by bit.

First, my father, the one I looked up to growing up.
You are taking him in December, and only giving him
back for Christmas, but just like that, you take him back again.

Breaking my mother's heart,
do you want to steal that too, or just kill her
with overwhelming loneliness?

Then sometime in January, you are taking my mother,
who is my rock,
and my brother, who I love very much.

Do you long to kill me slowly with an everlasting loneliness
and feeling of abandonment?
You will when you take them and knowingly not return them.
I love my family, so why I ask?

Why?

Will I be next?

No, not ever, you won't steal me away from all that I know.

Idaho may not be the best place in the world, but it is home to me.

Unpretty

Among the men I've met, you seem harder on
yourself.
The deep pain no one sees and how strong you are
on the outside.
You cry in secret because you believe your strength is
too much to handle.
You feel your good isn't good enough for anyone,
especially to your friends.

You look in the mirror to look at your pretty face and body,
yet you still don't see perfection.
You leave the room thinking you need to
impress others when it doesn't matter.
You feel so unpretty, the thoughts of someone
judging what you think is your best.
Feeling unpretty because you compare yourself
to others and especially to the men you pursue.

You're hiding your hurt so no one can ask,
"What's wrong?"
You want the hell you're in to stop, but you
have no one to talk to you at night when it is all unbearable.
But then you just sleep and sleep, but it
happens over again the next day...

A Friendship with You

I see you everywhere I go,
studying a table away,
your beautiful face staring intently and looking
around for anything to distract you.

I don't know why, but my heart stops
when I see you.
I get that feeling to talk to you, but I
can never sum up the courage to do so.
I let you approach me because my cowardice
makes me bite my tongue.

You're special to me because you are a friend
and the only friend who seemed to care only
a couple years ago.
You were there for me when my days looked
utterly bleak.
You always included me when no one else would
and our friendship grew stronger.

The thing is I miss you,
I miss you so much, and I want to be
closer to you and much closer than you think.
Still, I'll stay a distance from you until
that day we can talk things out.
This isn't the way it ought to be, but I can
wait and see.