I don't have anything to say

I don't have anything to say
I wish I did
I don't.
I wish I could
I won't.

Nothing.
Nothing to do, nothing to say
my bag is empty,

It's not that I forgot to pack
I'm not going
on this journey with you

That's why its empty

I wonder what to do now?

Smother it All in Butter

Something old, something new

something wrong, something true

A biting taste, a sarcastic twist

a nice array of brash bits

smothered all in....Quick!

fix!

the line before....

Think up something new

Of course

We can't always know the note that follows

an octave up

that sounded hollow.....

I'd like to smother it all in butter

and eat it like a piece of fresh baked bread

and then it'll be splen-did

So it was

When the Pain Stays

It moved in
lock stock and barrel
(whatever that means)
every suitcase and box
from it's last residence
it's silverware and knives
it's bed and it's cabinets
Pain moved in
it had come to stay
I didn't know how to escape, or lock it away
I went upstairs
and talked to God
I asked him how
He could allow this at all?
Pain grabbed my arm
kicked my shins
cut my side

I tried to hide
but it found me every day
I thought it would be there for good
so I took matters in my hands
pulled out plush comforters
and was swallowed in a pile
of chocolate, ice cream, and fluffy delights
I climbed a mountain,
stayed up all night
binged watched a show
wrapped myself up tight
and stared outside
wondering why and how it'd come
to stick by my side so close and fierce
wrenching my heart when I tried to smile
twisting my arm when I wanted to laugh
I tried to leave it out in the back
dump it all in the garbage can
so once more
when nothing else would do
I trekked up the stairs
to talk with God