As smooth as the pebble
that skips across the water
As hard as the stone that
forms a mighty mountain
So too is her spirit
As deep as the volcano that
has formed continents
As vast as the oceans that span
the face of the earth
So too does her soul reach
Through the force of hurricanes
she remains standing
With the rage of an uncontrolled
fire she protects her own
Thus is the perfection of the woman
who has suffered and grown.
You inspired me to write...
But I only wrote quietly.
I have no need to anymore...
And I love it.
I really hope one day that you find yourself again, because you are so lost. And I guess...
You'll never have just one moment of clearance and wake up to truth.
As I was showing you...
Jealously will tease and torture you the precise amount to keep you clueless to your lack of... focus, stability, and peace.
You must learn without me.
A fire that burns isn't love.
And an ex-lover that curses...
Achievements define perspective.
Where do you, independently, stand.
just the other day i was driving to coeur d'alene and this old red jeep with the top down (even though it was raining) passed me on the freeway going way over the speed limit and i swear to god if i didn't know any better i woulda thought it was you.
they tell me that you ain't nothing special, that you're just like the rest of them. i can't help that i see you differently than everyone else, i can't help that they don't see that you have a field of sunflowers growing within you and dying to break free. you're more than just the dude whose always down to drink booze and fuck around. i was always skeptical of any seemingly good thing - they all fucked me over and last august i didn't do anything but drink while lying face down on the grass and if i'd had anymore whiskey i would've drank myself to death and you're the only good thing in my life that's stayed. i can't help that being around you reminds me of sitting on the rooftop at dusk in tehran and watching the city lights turn on, one by one. i regret 70% of the time spent wishing that we never met so that i wouldn't have to deal with this. you don't notice how much i care and it breaks my heart cause i just want you to know. i really want you to know.
You are of the spring
Only light rains
To flourish greater life
Neutral with pastel hues
Sweet smell of honey suckle
A comfortable dusk falls upon you
Almost such a rebirth, anew
I am of the winter
An extreme bite upon the lips
A cool breeze which sends shivers
White blanket covers bright greens
A brisk wind, abrasive by nature
But oh, what a sight to see
Although only tolerable for a day,
You are of the spring
And I am of the winter
You force me to melt
Have you shiver.
i never expected myself to be at the point
where i would chew on dead flowers
to numb the pain even though
i have no fucking idea where the pain
i don't know if it's because you're
a nine and a half hour drive away
and you're not
around to tell me that i look
sexy in a shirt that's 3 sizes too big for me
and a pen in my mouth
when i'm trying to write something
romantic but then end up writing
about packing a bowl with 2
older guys in the back of a '79
my life revolves
around coffee and twisted dreams
that i don't want to wake up from
and double plays that end innings
and cigarettes and boys with tattoos
and waist-length hair and
it could be because those are the only
things in my life
that have ever been permanent.
Rather than built on pillars of sand,
We were built on stone and asphalt,
Metal bars children swing from,
Their laughter fading into the night
As they face the pains of growing up.
Stitched from the bark of a Black Locust tree,
Using vines made from platinum and steel
As the thread.
And thorns grown from
And pure carbon,
Lace up the side of a castle,
And around that castle
A moat filled with black water,
With a PH balance of nine.
And in that black water,
Small water dragons swim,
And in the forest lurks,
The largest (and most friendly)
Lynx's you'd ever meet.
And inside that castle
Halls decked with red and orange to the East and South wings,
And to the West and North,
Seafoam greens and blues,
And the walls are built from glass,
As to watch the animals from within the moat that like to defy physics,
Swim about and find prey to sustain themselves.
And in the reds and oranges you'll find
Cats and dogs of all kinds,
All creatures of Canis and Felidae and Panthera roaming the halls,
Bounding after vermin,
Or pouncing onto poultry.
And the silk drapes,
Cascading through the halls,
In colors reflecting the sights we've seen.
And on days our halls
Have black blood running through the
Allow for me
To find you some light.
I may have trouble,
Discovering the sun
On my own
But if I can find
That I do it for you,
Then finding light
Will never have been
And the main foyer will change
With the feelings
That are being felt
And no storm
Of my making
Will shatter the glass
Keeping dragons within their homes.
And no storm,
Whether it be of my making
Could tear down our Castle's walls,
No matter how much wind or lightening.
No hurricanes nor tornadoes,
Could destroy us,
Because we'll be just as strong,
If not stronger,
Than the storm.
And with all that courses through my veins,
I will fight for the passing of each storm,
And watch as the rain fizzles out,
And the storm forfeits this particular fight,
And in the distance buzzing of animals in the trees,
I will know our fight was worth it,
As we watch a hummingbird hover and buzz circles around a floating bluebird,
As they come home from their migratory patterns,
and nestle into a tree,
With a sodden nest,
But warmth is found
Within fluffed up feathers
And a storm rolling out.
However unstable my heart,
Our castle was built on stable ground,
On which I've found,
A reason to keep continuing my purpose,
Instead of living a life without one,
A life with none.
My goal is holding your hand,
Sixty years from now,
And our castle being just as bright
And filled with overwhelmingly loving light,
As the day we established it as
And ours alone.
No, but in all honesty, this is directly for you, Bluebird. <3 I hope you had a fun night.
So steady. So stable.
Patience matched by none.
Especially not me.
Air and water -
births francium hearts.
Eyes of blue -
White picket fence -
of your smile.
At home among the trees.
The forests in your eyes.
Waxing gibbous perpetuating -
A tsunami of womanhood.
My darling obelisk.
A waltz of hearts
to guide me home.
the Earths surface becomes softer as the moons full face comes into my view.
maybe it is easier to dig my own grave at this time of year, i feel like there are already maggots wriggling under my old flesh.
this is a time for balance, this is a time for new life. birds peak through the cracks in their eggshells and the fresh
daffodils bud and bloom and reach out to the bleeding sun and ask him to love them and the sun replies "i do love you, each and every one of you"
he brings me new days but they go so fast that i
find myself getting dizzy.
i want time to stand still so i can catch my breath.
new life surrounds us the day my heart stops beating and soon
the warm spring breeze will catch my corpse and blow it away
Like the songs on the radio
My life became very drab
I am trapped, caged in stability
The unexpected went missing
How I wish the old times back
No responsibilities tying me down
And every day a new song on the radio
but aren't those the reason we're detaining
ourselves from living life to the fullest?