if you take one step back…. .
You’re farther away from moving forward
to make the most of the time ahead of you
Because there’s no going back in time
to change choices or erase them
Because Memories would lose their meaning
And you grow through what you go through
To feel deeply and to learn intently
About the little moments that create the beautiful soul within yourself
and if you take two steps forward. ..
You can only learn more about what you’ve only dreamed of discovering
and there may be someone waiting there
To pull you farther into the future
Who holds your hand during hard times
And cries with you for the happy moments- the sad ones too.
Because it is better to feel everything than to never take the chance of feeling anything at all.
Sep 29, 2024
Sep 29, 2024 at 7:28 PM UTC
There is something to be said for those who
fail to fall asleep at night, and
practice patience to welcome mourning.
Here is where restless waters seem to silence.
Where shadows are cast by the sliver of the crescent moon. She is the
Tide's Matriarch who controls transcending vessels
Where friends and fathers float.
"Did you Hear that?"
A sudden splash- a glimpse of purpose for the patience and-
"There it is again."
He senses a whisper over his shoulder when the ship propels him forward with urgency. He stumbles until he falls back onto his feet.
He smiles, wiping away wave remnants from his cheek, and
baits another hook.
He looks around and casts in the right direction only to be pulled towards the left, so he leaves with everything
and nothing all at once.
He closes his eyes and sees faintly in the distance, two fishermen with Their muddied boots and caps pulled backwards. They laugh. They cry. "There" he whispers.
They're waiting and wishing while grasping tightly to the magic of
perfect timing.
Where if you let go, you'll surely miss the moments for
Forever memories.
Aug 28, 2024
Aug 28, 2024 at 3:48 PM UTC
she walks on water
the clock spins counterclockwise
blind-and now she sees
Dec 22, 2023
Dec 22, 2023 at 2:39 PM UTC
not to be confused with maraschino
cherries
reminds them of the pretty girl with the blond hair
who can tie that silly little stem into a
silly little knot
in attempt to catch the quarterback's attention
the one who failed to decipher
a quarter
and a dime
until he turned age ten
and that she was- a 10
rated on their silly little scale
weighing nothing but all the options
this makes the pretty girl irate
because she can do far more than tricks like that one
she won her fifth pageant just last week!
she sings- not just for fun and she's even going to college
to wear fancy navy blue suits with golden buttons
and cherry red lipstick
because she knows she can kiss far better
than the rest of 'em
silly little boys stained with dirt and wet grass
she'll know exactly when it comes time to rain
the moment she reports as the next weather woman
aired on channel 6
they'll watch her as they sip
slowly but surely on their wisers waiting
for commercials to cease
to see if she comes back around
in time for Sunday's game and the local diner
with the neon sign that can't be missed
but the sign is gone
she took it with her-dragged it down to break through
the pavement that gets too hot to touch in the heat of the
summertime
she's sure they'll miss it- the memories
and all they'll remember when they see pretty girls
with blond hair
is her perfume by moschino
and the cherry on top
Apr 19, 2023
Apr 19, 2023 at 8:22 PM UTC
she wears a satin gown to set the scene
imprinted with what appears to be roses
and as she begins to speak
she cries
tears are made of salt and water
which cures deep cuts
soothes surface level scrapes
have you ever tried to heal a scar?
the time it takes is almost never worth it
why waste the bandages on anything but blood?
have you ever run a red light?
in an instant- the fear meets the thrill
and that's where it gets dangerous
in her monologue
she talks about the color Red
and the fire that burned the bridges
built throughout her lifetime
a world plagued by make believe
cursed by empathetic magnetism
but she does believe in healthy living
wellness, grace and gratitude
she even eats an apple a day
like they told her as a kid in a candy store
only to waste tissues in her Tuesday appointments
with a woman whose name is probably just an alias
for a twisted identity that ends with a PhD.
have you ever picked roses off a bush
because you know it'll take a man too long to realize
that he should have paid for half a dozen?
(because now he pays for it)
well, now you're paying for it because the rose bush
isn't in your own backyard, but the neighbors
and the thorn catches you by surprise
drawing blood
she then numbs the pain with bottles
of red wine
(though she prefers a french white)
to her lips
stained by the madness of merlot
she cries
and we let her cry
as the audience applauds
they throw red roses upon the wooden stage
lit by her fire
her monologue concludes with velvet curtains
this cut (although not the deepest)
will heal soon.
Apr 18, 2023
Apr 18, 2023 at 10:43 PM UTC
he was a fool who thought he knew it all
and he could read her like a book
and when she couldn't read at all
he taught her how
to sound it out
the As, the Es, Is, Os
you're only as old as you feel
in the very first grade
under a birch tree
born in Castle Comb
borne by angels
tracing letters in the name of the Lord
it was a Sunday morning
and when it started to rain
he took off his red and white
flannel shirt
and covered her as they walked away
from pastures
and into the parish
when the mass began
her mother handed her the bible
and when she opened it
to proverbs 13-15
she could only make out a couple of words
she looked for him when walking down the aisle
but what she didn't know
was he snuck out to the garden
because he loved her
and he would love her until the end of time
on their final days spent together
he gave her a tattered leather book
barely bound
and when she opened it
she found yellow tulip petals pressed
into the page
where she read
"in the heart of a man of understanding wisdom quietly rests, but she must make herself known to the inner self of fools"
proverbs 14:33
Apr 17, 2023
Apr 17, 2023 at 11:22 PM UTC
i sleep through the sunrise often
it’s a regret i know i’ll think about
when i’m older, wiser, when i would rather be sitting than standing
on the edge of youth
and if the current carries me
to a moment where i can no longer see clearly
but still can feel
fully
i’ll stare outside the window to the world turned upside down
where skies are bluer than before, but faded
in such a way that memories feel too
i hope i learn a thing or two.. or three about
hundreds of people taking little parts of me
and my heart
to leave me holding onto the railing
so i don’t fall
when i’m weaker than i was
balancing on the edge of my youth
there's a slight difference between
jumping and falling
i still don't know which hurts more
you fall 7 times, and i was taught to stand up 8.
so on the count of nine, i'll jump
off the deep end
into the abyss
between the heartbreakers
and the heartbroken
like brown beer bottles
one in a million
swallowed by the sea
all but damaged through such treachery
turned to treasure
captured by the innocent hands
of little girls
who collect mason jars full of these broken
pieces of wave washed glass
i try to catch as many sunsets as i can
and i even chase them if they'd just slow down
just for a moment
so i can pause to think about how good it will feel to fall
without jumping
Mar 28, 2023
Mar 28, 2023 at 10:39 PM UTC
She was born of delicate porcelain
so fragile, yet stone cold.
Even the optimists expected her to break hearts into halves
No woman as sentimental as she
brave, yet naive.
There would be battles between
her heart and mind. Forever.
Immersed within the meaning, her mind fought with reality's shield in hand. Forced to surrender to the heart
cutting deeper with its knife.
Misconstrued by the mirage, she trusted no one, so she trusted nothing.
Even the light at the end of the tunnel may lead unto another
darker than the first. She claims no pessimism
and she is not at all afraid of loss; loneliness; literature's lessons on how to simply conquer the fear of letting go.
No. No feeling is simply that without reasoning. what is
one without the other? Never simply two, but
Three. Like the tale of all good things to come
Aligned by the sequence of belief, of fate, of miracles all simply
Leveled by reality. Stone cold like that of The
Winter until time turns it to The Spring, morphing into The summer.
Only to leave her stranded within the mirage of the Fall. She forgets no one. She forgives them all
Made by a woman. Sentimental since the beginning. This is the story of
A woman born into a
Never ending series of falling in lust
Nov 22, 2022
Nov 22, 2022 at 12:10 AM UTC
you can never have too many flowers
and if not for simply love
perhaps for sympathy
i perceive unique perfections
in the fullness of bouquets
and the life they bring
to the rise of the morning
and then dim silence of the night
i admire the aesthetic that they grant
glass coffee tables
and island counter spaces
i enjoy the glimspe of colors
on city street corners
atop the bedside tables
of broken hearted girls
within the hands of lifetime lovers
and softly laid in remembrance
from the dirt in which they came
like we
alive in the spirit of gifting
our innate love to another
like flowers
to mean something to somebody
May 10, 2022
May 10, 2022 at 11:18 PM UTC
while my guitar gently weeps
i listen in regret.
as she lays silent
underneath the bed frame of my childhood. there are
memories packed into the pastel yellow duvet
that i clutched to comfort my fear
of letting go
of figures in the past time.
i never learned to play her
and the shame overcomes me when
acoustics touch my heartstrings tenderly. i grieve for
her life for it has been so isolated.
she is simply "what could have been"
an awakening that has yet to rise
and escape into masterpieces
i long for her while i never truly knew her
at all
her infinite potential to create such
flawless forms of storytelling
i long for the forgone companionship
encompassed so deeply
though for now she rests still
beside scrapbooks crowded into
spaces without room to breathe
or purpose to see the light
of the morning
Jan 4, 2022
Jan 4, 2022 at 11:16 PM UTC