Dandelion Smoke

He bragged about how much he could smoke.
So much to the point where he turned into
a weed.


Weeds always choke flowers
which explains why I couldn't
breathe with him.


I have no time for weeds
but sometimes they look like dandelions
and I get distracted.

Pockets

Have you noticed the hearts of the broken?
Have you noticed the hearts of the broken
who know they're broken?

They're not afraid of their edges or their shards.
They're not afraid of their stories that carry
hurts like old receipts they find in their pockets.

They just pull them out and acknowledge
their contribution to the adventure of their lives.

Just a reminder.
Brokenness is not all that you are.
Maybe it is something you carry in your pockets.

You are deeper than your pockets.

The Melody

My words are tired and
so are my feet, taking
steps like robbers
that don't belong to me.

So if you give me rest
I will sing you a symphony.

It will sound like a song that
was yours all along,
you just didn't know the words
or the melody.

So give me rest
and I will sing you back to you.

Three Hours

Stand by the river
and wish for the sea.
There is always somewhere else
we wish to be.
Right now I miss where
I felt best.
You next to me, under the
mountains, and three hours
from the sea.