When I remembered that writing
was meant to be fun
my joy was restored
and my doubts came undone
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 6:38 PM UTC
I made friends with the darkness
on the night the stars refused to shine
and the Moon hid her face from the Earth
Shadows took my hand
gifting me with lunar eyes
as a nocturnal wonderland
was unveiled before me
in all its darkened splendor
I walked the sleepy midnight pastures
under a black naked sky
a newly born creature of the night
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC
Till half asleep I bask
under cerulean skies and sunshine
in the middle of the meadow
where the gentle winds roam
counting clouds
like they were sheep
slowly drifting toward a world of dreams
while listening to the peaceful swooshing
of free winds across the soft grass
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC
I watched my neighborhood park
undergo a transformation
on a warm autumn morning
that carried the smell of dew and maple
the sun peeked through the trees
reflecting off the yellows reds and oranges
illuminating them
till you could swear they had caught fire
crisp air threw amber leaves skyward
raining down like golden confetti
to be collected for jumping into
by the laughing children
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 8:36 AM UTC
Nighttime spills over the horizon
staining the land with shadows
its blackness deep and unyielding
but soon arrives a tide of constellations
glistening with the brilliance
of stars unnumbered
they wash over the Earth
bathing all in soft starlight and
cleansing the darkness
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC
I have never stuttered in pen
misspoken in ink
or choked in my writing
the way I do
whenever I speak
my fingertips always know
the right words to say
my tongue is still learning
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 8:02 PM UTC
The mirror is lying
as it reflects
a confident looking man
instead of the nervous wreck
who has a half baked plan
with a limited time
to construct the jumbled speech
in his head
and end the ceremony
before the vows are said
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 5:35 PM UTC
Staring up at the ceiling
From his spot on the floor
His worried friends
Keep calling
He keeps pressing ignore
Surrounded by empty bottles
And a fancy invitation
That contains
His ex’s name in calligraphy
With a date and location
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 7:45 PM UTC
I dreamed up a world
Where reality had tilted
And the sky traded places
With the sea
We walked on streets
Of fluffy clouds
Caught stars in fishing nets
While gazing up at celestial waters
Making wishes on flying whales
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC
Stars burst and fell to Earth
I caught the droplets on my tongue
Felt them seep deep beneath my skin
Filling my veins with constellations
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 4:41 PM UTC