train lights diffuse their somber luminescence over a person equally, so as to dismiss the illusion that whichever feature is displayed so prominently should become the fixture of one's spirit. your eyes will wander over their eyes, their cheek bones, the curve of their lips. your questions will entail,"where are you going," which lends to,"what must you be leaving?" in place of compliments or condescensions. under train lights, you will remember the person, as opposed to a set of eyes, a grimace, a grin, or the rise and fall of a single face.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
Representative of the Ocean;
The under side of galaxies -
depths that man will never come to know,
But will foolishly never cease to search to for.
The tips of waves
Caressing the shore line to meet man once again,
Though it draws its feeble hand back often.
The color blue is
The moment after grieving,
The emptying of great seas.
Temporary peace.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC
I wish
They had looked at each other
Straight through the eyes
Down to the soul
And did not recite,
but instead proclaim
"I will love you
Through unlucky love,
Through love
That travels across
Oceans, cities, and time
Because at the end of every night
I will sleep
Knowing we share the same skies,
The same stars that grant us the same wishes,
The same God.
And though He is a good deity,
If even God gave us an ultimatum,
We would be denied Heaven together.
(Though when we are together,
Nothing would seem more divine.)
And that is why
We come together
On this fine February evening.”
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
It was when the
lanterns embarked
on their ember infused journey,
painting a somber September sky
with something more brilliant than the stars.
they carried notes of nostalgia,
told stories with glory and grace,
and signed off with love and remembrance.
Their grievance soon became
a celebration of light,
The concrete palace
burst into tiny flames,
tips reaching for the heavens
and they knew your soul lingered here
And when they spoke,
one by one
with trembling voices
and choking back tears
their words shook the heavens,
invoked despairing cries
but also brought forth
gentle smiles,
knowing all too well
that one day we would be all right.
September 5th,
That was when
I realized life was indeed
Valuable.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
We were laying over a wooden bed
floating idly above a black abyss,
sitting below nature's night chandelier
whispering among ourselves,
listening not only
to how each other's lives had been,
but also to the evening clamor
of strangers
and the hearty cheers
of wine glasses and serenades.
As most things,
I only noticed
After the effect:
A string of stardust,
shooting across our atmosphere,
leaving streaks of champagne light
then disappearing into the next world.
Tradition struck me,
and with all my soul
I desperately wished
For something better.
Asked,
and I had received.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 2:35 PM UTC
4PM
---
Arms intertwine
Fingers lace
A Soft touch,
Thoughts of grace
The whispering rustle
of aging trees
and the autumn breeze caressing
flushed faces.
Flashing wide tooth grins,
Hushed "I love you,"'s
And "Life is great"
In between low chuckles
Waiting for tomorrow's glory.
4AM
---
4 AM
when paper meets pen
relentlessly.
the mind breaks
my whole body shakes,
trembles.
working through calloused hands.
glimpses of the sullen, charcoal sky,
peering through tousled drapes.
spirits are drained
and not a bird
dares to sing
one wistful melody.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 9:02 PM UTC
I do admire
How our seasons change
Winter's tale
Becomes summer's sonnet.
Quaint complexes
And their uncomplicated dwellers
Existing in solid metronome.
Years skip over
And it's always the same story.
How do you keep your composure so well?
He painted still life on repeat.
Sometimes things
Are better admired from a distance.
Her tattered quill
Has been crafting chronicles
For ages
Most with mixed morals
And chapters of relentless passion
Shared by the wicked,
The naive,
The reckless,
And the virtuous.
Divulging into each finely chiseled character
Their legends, their struggles
Bid to cease only when
Clocks move in reverse
(History may not repeat itself here)
Here we believe
We posses the entirety of the universe.
(Infinity stops at the border
Of silver sheens
And construction beams)
Within our pool
Of blood and glory
The myths are no longer only
Fool's dialogue.
In this city,
They are alive.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 5:04 AM UTC
They said this was the end,
That no good was left.
The world would not burn,
Because nothing would rise
From the ashes.
They told us,"So the world will be silenced."
By the very substance
That allowed us life.
For they believed 40 days of constriction, demolition
Would purge this God forsaken soil.
But we did not believe
God had abandoned our souls.
He just lost faith.
We did not.
So we built an ark.
Maybe we were not a Phoenix,
But we created something
Much stronger than the ashes of Earth.
We would not be silenced.
And that is when we saw the dove.
Which did not grace us
With valor of the Phoenix
But with its blessing of peace,
Purification
And we knew we were saved
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
A crystalline tree
Bountiful jewels; they are proud
But what use are they?
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
Phrase: I want to live,
Phrase of ingenuity.
Crave self destruction
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC