Everyone put your hands up.
Let me see you in the photos.
Let me remember you.
Let your permanent image
Be momentarily frozen.
Everyone held their hands up.
They held them up high.
They held up their hands
In the hopes of being seen.
In the hopes of being wanted.
In the hopes that
This frozen second
Is the only second that mattered.
I held my hand up.
**** it if I didn’t stand
On my tiptoes
Just to reach ever so higher.
I held my hand up
Ever so high.
Not to be seen,
Or be wanted,
Or to even matter.
I held my hand up
Because I knew I was invisible
I knew I was indiscernible from the crowd.
I knew I was a minuscule part
Of a vastly bigger whole.
And in that, I found comfort.
I held my hand up,
Higher than ever before.
I held it up for me.
Nothing less nothing more.
Sep 21, 2022
Sep 21, 2022 at 2:36 AM UTC
I can feel it’s cold embrace.
The wind.
A brush, naturally moving back and forth
And me.
The canvas upon which the wind does its work.
Sep 4, 2022
Sep 4, 2022 at 4:27 AM UTC
Do you see the night's display?
Or hear the waves below?
If you were just to stay.
Then I would gladly show.
The night, did you know,
in its cold and dark embrace
can warm and bring happiness.
With its vast and empty space.
The waves, did you know,
in their rage against the shore
can whisper us their secrets
of peacefulness and more.
Bring warmth with its embrace.
The night did. You know.
If you still don't understand
Then I would gladly show.
Whisper to us their secrets,
the waves did, you know.
If you still don't understand.
Then I would gladly show.
You are my warmth. My happiness.
My peacefulness and more.
In the embrace of the night
And the waves on the shore.
I hope to bring you one day.
And watch time grow slow.
As you just sit and stay.
And I gladly show.
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 1:50 AM UTC
It was heard in every place
The tragic loss of a man of thought,
A researcher of time and space,
A down to earth astronaut.
But he wasn’t “down to earth”,
Instead he was quite the opposite
Incredible ideas and theories
A creativity that would never quit
He’d stand on the shoulders of giants
He stands even though he sits.
He’s Superman in a floating space station
And though he lost at quantum chess,
His ideas are heard in every nation
Of a great man, you would expect no less.
So how do we cope you may ask?
How does one recover in a world so weary,
Well surprisingly enough he gave us the answer.
It’s his Hawking Radiation Theory.
Hawking radiation weakens a black hole
But this is more than just celestial entities.
It can describe coping as a whole.
Or instead coping as a hole, you see.
Like his theory, grief diminishes over time.
We learn to move on and remember.
We write the legacy he built in his prime.
And we make a flame from the dying ember.
A flame!
A beacon!
To light the future and radiate through all of creation.
Radiate through all of time!
Now that’s Hawking Radiation.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 2:01 AM UTC
I could write books.
I could take a break.
I could work out.
All the food i could make.
If only time can be changed according to my will.
Imagine all the things i could do, if time stood still.
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 5:17 PM UTC
I thought I was broken, maybe I still am.
I thought I couldn't love at all, that all my life was ******
I thought I'd be fine on my own, living the life I'd been dealt. Until suddenly your in my life and I've felt things I've never felt.
You grabbed my hand, you held my heart, you glued me back together and promised I'd never fall apart.
And now your mine our hands intertwined, and now I'm yours, our love out pours.
Into every word we speak and everything we do, because every hole in my life is now filled with you.
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 5:06 PM UTC
Warmth hits my lips and serenades my senses,
I feel your heat radiating off of you.
Eyes shut in true passion and flavor.
Its almost too much to bear
I open my eyes to gaze upon the bringer of this joyous feeling.
Ahh yes, I love ramen.
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 1:30 AM UTC
A steady daily routine, rarely broken.
My life was dull before. An unending repetition.
Colors were present, but they were dulled and decayed.
I could sense my sense, but I couldn't make sense of my senses.
It was all a gray blur.
A steady daily routine, broken.
I see you and my life finally lives up to its name. I finally have life.
Colors are still present, but this time its a present just to see your colors.
You hug my arm and my senses flare. I don't want to make sense.
I just want to be with you.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 1:00 AM UTC
I'll send a nice message
straight through the wires
with the bird outside my window.
I'll wrap the paper up
with a nice little bow
and a short piece of twine
for him to carry onward
to speak into your mind.
He'll make it in the morning,
I know he surely will
to be there when you wake up
to tell you how I feel.
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 12:46 AM UTC
You're so confusing, and you confuse me.
I don't know where you want me to be.
Do you want me to stay or do you want me to go.
Are you happy or sad, I just don't know.
But even if things will never get better.
At least we will be confused together.
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 6:12 PM UTC