And when you’ve healed
You’ll find that some people preferred you when you were broken
Because a drop of water
Is easier to manipulate
Than an entire ocean
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 2:35 AM UTC
The second time
It’s different
Like we went to war
And came back again
Home
Feels sweet on the tongue
Interacting with you
Feels like that first drink of water after days of dehydration
I can’t stop breathing you in
I always thought that first love is the purest
But what is more pure than watching the sky clear after a storm
What is stronger than experiencing the worst together and seeing it through
How can I explain to you the gratitude
I feel for the things we could have lost but that love helped retain
Nothing is the same
I don’t want it to be
But one thing became clear when we wiped away the rain
Nothing looks better than home
Coming back from foreign lands
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 12:25 AM UTC
She’s been dead and gone for quite some time
Her body decomposed
A skeleton among the grime
A single figure sitting there
Beside her empty shrine
The figure has not moved for days
Its bones reach out from under its skin
As if to touch
Her dearly departed skeleton
All her friends had come and gone
Family left, stating that
“Her memory would live on”
But the only one that stuck around
Was her starving, mourning, beloved hound.
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
The tears are streaming down my face
I’ve never seen emotion in you when I’m stuck in this dark place
I just want you to care
But all you can manage is a pitiless blank stare
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 1:33 AM UTC
is it ok to breathe
when others have stopped
how can I still be here
when someone lovelier than I
is not
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 1:06 AM UTC
Hard work pays off
For the lucky ones
Often hard work
Throws your payment in a dusty drawer
Leaving you sitting
Heaving
Bearing the weight of the years
You spent begging the clock to hurry
Begging your legs to remain sturdy
what is done can never be undone
But it can certainly be forgotten
And the winner comes down to
The lucky and the few
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC
There comes a peculiar feeling
With the completion of a poem
A sense of truth
Even if the topic is foreign to you
Like a mother giving birth
She has never met this human
But it lived inside of her for months
Connected in the womb
Growing each day
Just like a poem
That grows in the mind
An emotion
Growing in the pit of the stomach
And then comes the creation
That began with conception
And is born unto the world like the wailing infant
Desperate to be seen
As a passionate idea brought into the world
And in the world it grows
Away from you
In other hearts
Then you realize it is no longer yours to claim
That’s okay.
For there is relief in creating and letting go
What was once felt by one
Can now be felt by many.
Breathe
the birthing process is done
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
Lend me all of your paintings
Lend me your sculptures and molds
Let me revel in the song
That your music beholds
Lend me your tales
To read and decipher
Let me flip through every photograph
Let me see your life in color
I seek only to admire the creation
of the creator.
So please, dear artist, lend me your soul.
I promise to send you mine later.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC
Mountains of gold and green
My past is a distant thing
Halfway across the country
Where the wind carves and peaks
The mountains of gold and green
Seem to be calling me
I can’t deny that I was eager to leave
To a land of no gold and all green
But the thing I didn’t realize
Was that looking to the horizon
There were no mountains to see
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 2:21 AM UTC
You make me feel blue
Not as in sad
As in I drank up the sky and took on another hue
You are my muse and I’m a girl in a notepad
I feel blue like the kind airplanes travel across
They are fleeting but I will last
We are the cause of beautiful and mad chaos
Sunny days and hurricanes in the forecast
The feeling of blue goes farther than the sky
It dives into the ocean, it brings things to life
It drips out of the eyes in a joyful cry
You see, the feeling of blue is not a feeling of strife
Blue is simply the color of love
And into it’s waters, you give me a gentle shove
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 11:48 PM UTC