The sun comes up each morning
Every time the same
Yet it is so beautiful
Waves roar almost on repeat
Only subtle are the differences
Though it easily draws me in
Clouds drift in the sky at such a slow pace
Having little care for shape or form
But can entertain humans for generations
Why am I so worried?
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 8:37 AM UTC
In despair
Anyone will do
Any touch could be love
Any whisper, your name
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 9:48 AM UTC
Catch me a body
Give me a vessel
One that I can deposit in for future savings
My safety net
My last call
My first account for the day
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 1:31 AM UTC
Tonight I realized
I wouldn’t hear your voice again
Your tongue will speak but
It’s heart shall be of another
There will be no more familiarity
No backdoors to my soul
All because of a choice
First of yours, now mine
I must choose
To avoid temptation
Keeping my door shut
And avoid standing by yours
There is more that I feel
But I won’t deposit more in you
Not you
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 7:58 AM UTC
Love, four letters. How many words can be four letters?
Four letters to lead woman pregnant.
Four letters short of proud, regretted.
Four letter adjective miracle to earth.
Four letters added to she, rebirth.
The numbers game got lame it's gain was vain and plain insane no stain on Name.
1, like the ultimate golf swing.
1, second beating the buzzer.
1, master stroke, Picasso.
1, up beat frown on Model.
Need my pain be so dramatic? Why oh soul, are you downcast within me. Rejoice and delight in salvation.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 1:00 PM UTC
11 comes 12, then 1 for a new rotation
a fresh start too close to previous victory
"This is what you're made for !
Only you predict the sun"
yet here is the heresy
the sun will only be measured
as a cup is filled to brim
and when each value is tested and weighed
small gold surpasses tin
so when a watch serves its one purpose
who determines its value?
Prisoners can serve one purpose
as leaders do the same
What makes them separate?
What dictates gain?
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 12:55 PM UTC
A picture paints a thousand words.
Why won’t you stop shouting?
I’m already close.
My stimulus can’t take it.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 12:50 PM UTC
I could ascribe to you few things.
Few metaphors represent your wondrous making.
If I were to compare you to the roaring waves,
far reaching sourced from still ocean depths,
like the conviction of your voice,
I would miss your true joy at growing from fault.
If I were to compare you to the setting sun,
sharing the glory of its day on painted sky,
like the skill of your hand,
I would miss the grounded feet with which you walk
If I were to compare you to the intricacies of a watch,
it’s beautiful movement formed by delicate layers,
like the way you put one foot in front of the other,
I would miss your collaborative tick.
If I do not tell you how wonderful you are I will miss you. If I do not listen to your dream then it will sour the sleep. If I do not shout I will miss your echo.
I hope to soon rid any other miss* from this paper,
as our Ruler has more notches for us to mature.
Now I will be happy right here, sitting across from,
lying next to, on the other side of your screen.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
4 times the earth orbited the sun yet only once did you stop to see your shadow.
87,600 times it allowed you to second guess but you didn’t face it, just watched me sink right in.
Sinking sands of committed hands brought pressure but no diamonds. No light to revolve around.
Now I’m ticked off thinking this was a waste of my time. Not much of a leap, yeah?
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 8:22 AM UTC
The simple exertion of air from lungs,
Caged deep within spirit.
I was familiar with a voice.
It’s presence drove the beat of my heart,
It’s restraints deeming me human,
Keeping me at level,
Brought low.
I used to be familiar with this voice.
I could shout,
I could sing,
I could even show restraint,
Now I’ll chose. I will be familiar with you
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 3:07 PM UTC