The Flighty Poet and the Lost Star (poem)

Once, there were two,

Two stories to be told.

Two that became One,

Him and her becoming 'them'.

Like any story worth telling,

This one consists of struggle,

Conflict to be resolved,

The flaws of humanity to be overcome.

It's a story about Love,

A love shared between two,

Torn into chaos,

By who they were.

He was air,

A flighty poet looking for meaning,

Searching the whole world

For something right in front of him.

She was fire,

A lost star in the cosmos,

An inferno of troubles,

An abundant courage.

The throes of passion united them,

Gave them a sincere love,

But it wasn't enough.

They became two again.

If wind stops,

It is no longer.

If fire cools,

It is no longer.

So she let him fly,

Her heat elevating him,

And he let her burn,

Even though he hated to leave.

How could their story,

How could they,

Ever overcome this distance,

And unite their two natures?

She could not ask him to stay,

For fear that he very well might.

He could not ask her to come,

For fear that she might go out.

It seemed hopeless,

As if Love was impossibility,

Pursuing the forever distant,

Instead of embracing the near.

Hours, days, weeks, months,

Would be spent thinking,

Trying to overcome these obstacles,

Half-debating just giving up.

He wanted her happy,

She wanted him happy,

Regardless of the self:

“Go on without me...”

Now, the solution,

Inherent in Love itself,

Not easily attained,

But well worth the pain.

The hotter his winds,

The higher he flew.

The more she burned,

The higher her flames.

What had once been separating

Became unifying,

Became an exuberant system

That raised them both higher than alone.

So he fanned her flames,

Gave them all the breath he could,

And she burned hotter and brighter,

Gave him all the heat she could.

The conclusion:

Love is worth the pain.

Love unites two as one.

All fly higher together.

-Zero

For the Doubtful (in Pain) - (poem)

You are capable

Of changing the clouds

To let the light

Shine down upon you.

It's hard, yes,

But so is childbirth.

Sometimes miracles need pain,

Just ask your mother.

The heartbroken lover,

Who refuses to love again,

Only suffers more and more.

Sometimes trying is less painful.

Every single wildfire

Begins with just a spark,

And every novel

With just a word.

Every addiction is beaten

One day at a time,

Every mountain is hiked

One step at a time.

So take that step,

Take those days,

Write those words,

And light those sparks!

Brave the pain of trying,

Love yourself again,

Like your mother does,

And create your miracle!

You are capable

Of changing these clouds

To let your light

Shine out from you!

-Zero

Rebellious Youth (poem)

A time of darkness,

Full of falling leaves,

Moonlight on the beaten path,

Teenagers smoking stolen cigarettes.

Meeting in a park after dark,

Sharing a drink,

Keeping an eye out for authority,

Ready to run at a moment's notice.

One kiss,

One hug,

Two holding hands,

Two becoming one.

Call it youth,

The spark and the wildfire,

A time in nostalgia,

A time of joyous darkness.

-Zero

A Word for the Lost (poem)

You may feel weak,

Broken,

Lost,

Forgotten.

You may not know

Where to go,

What to do,

Why you're here.

You may only know

Pain,

Defeat,

Confusion.

But you are not alone,

Not abandoned,

Not forgotten,

Not worthless.

When what lays in front of you

Is a valley,

A mountain,

The shadow of Death,

Remember:

Valleys are nature's cradles,

Mountains are large anthills,

And shadows require light.

Remember:

No one knows the future.

We all stumble through the dark,

Feeling around in an attempt to understand.

And remember this:

The only way you'll get anywhere

Is with one step at a time,

And you long ago learned to walk.

-Zero