She is a complex orb of energy
Her physicality radiates the freshness of the ocean breeze.
Her eyes the stars on a clear night in Switzerland.
Her laugh is the first taste of ice cream on a hot day.
Yellow at first glance, she radiates warmth and joy.
Yet, like any other energy
she is infinite
the beautiful clouds that turn to thick fog
and the waves of sea turning dark and reckless,
a beautiful mess
when viewed from afar
it sure is a beautiful mess from afar.
But as being captain of this sinking ship
I only look for light to save me.
Its scary knowing that the source that can save you
is also the source of your devastating fate.
When the black outweighs the yellow,
and you are hoping to see the clouds part...
what are you to do?
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 7:39 PM UTC
This is my secret getaway.
My long lost friend
A destination for myself to find peace.
Isn't it beautiful when no one you know will read your thoughts?
A place where you fully, and honestly, with every piece of you.
Do Not Care.
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 7:30 PM UTC
Stop
feeling
like
you
need
to
please
everyone
**** em.
please yourself.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 5:47 PM UTC
When did this become so difficult?
writing just to write,
feeling to feel,
are you speaking to speak,
or speaking to be heard?
I am speaking to myself
for myself
by myself
with myself
to better understand what secrets my conscious knows about me.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 5:23 PM UTC
I drift away in the LA sunset every evening around 7.
The sidewalks swallowed by cultured faces,
The road paved with burnt rubber,
The sound of children running with untied laces,
The palm trees sway in a smooth shutter.
This is where I was born,
This is where I will die,
As the sun dunks over the deep waters,
And the stars kiss the sky.
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 12:06 AM UTC
Sometimes I run.
I just run and I can't seem to stop.
My arms glide through the fogged night air.
I don't mind my arms burning,
It feels nice,
I feel alive.
My whole body moving as a machine,
not even I can stop.
I am more alive than you.
I am as lost as you,
but I am alive.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 7:15 PM UTC
Take my hand and lead me to another atmosphere,
one with fog brushing our knee-caps,
to a place where the skies are purple and the stars are only a leap away.
take me to a landscape filled of grass and snowflakes.
I want the sleeves of my sweater to brush up against your frosted smile.
Take me to a place crowded with passionate ballroom dancers,
dancing through the frozen clouds
using the stars as lights to guide them.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
do what makes you happy.
You can never go wrong with happiness.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
I do not always rhyme my work.
but when I do-
it makes the word nerds twerk.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC