There’s a feeling, almost a sound,
a vibration,
that surrounded you.
It’s the pitter patter of summer rain.
It’s the cool water of a creek dancing over rocks.
It’s the evening sunlight before a humid night.
I need the exhalation of a deep breath.
I need to sit down with the earth just below me.
I need to be outside.
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 1:12 AM UTC
I sing to you this lullaby
I sing to you this love of mine
Rocking you so sweetly
Holding you so gently
Caressing your head in my hands
As you and the sandman dance
Kiss your head goodnight
Close the doors, they'll be no fright
I sing to you this lullaby
I sing to you this love of mine
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 11:20 PM UTC
I want to climb mountains with you,
ride roller coasters,
travel across the world,
and swim in the ocean.
But I think what excites me the most
are the mundane things
like riding the subway,
standing in line,
and even sitting on rocks.
Even in silence,
your presence brings
comfort and ease
and always a bit of excitement.
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC
Wouldn't it be wonderful,
to take a trip back in time,
not to see how the people lived,
but to see beauty that has now faded.
I wish to see the stars,
like millions of windows
allowing a glimpse at heaven,
without the drapery of artificial light.
Forests bountiful and
streams clear as crystal,
wouldn't in be
such a sight to see
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 9:42 PM UTC
She was honey,
she moved slowly towards me,
filling me with anticipation,
awaiting for her gentle touch.
Her sweet smell, intoxicating.
A product of feminine natural beauty
I long for a taste of her euphoric nectar.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 5:34 PM UTC
The purest thing
is the words,
"I love you",
punctuated without expectation.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 1:55 AM UTC
I love to stand in the rain,
let it pour.
I would welcome a tropical storm.
I love to stand in the rain,
because each drop that falls
gently onto my bare skin
takes away just a little bit of pain.
I love to stand in the rain,
when I was little I hoped that
if I stood in this shower long enough
I might melt and be washed away.
I love to stand in the rain,
because it is the closest thing
to being touched by God.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC
If I tore away my skin,
hollowed out my bones,
would that be enough
to be like the dust?
If I unraveled each nerve,
emptied my blood,
could I then
float away with the wind?
If I stood under this downpour
would the rain fill my lungs,
soak my brain,
enough to washed away?
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 1:45 AM UTC
She breathes with music,
each pull of the bow,
drawing in.
Her heart beats,
as a slow melody,
a lively percussion.
Her body an orchestra,
variations of beauty,
made to form one masterpiece.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 11:10 PM UTC
I regret all the times I tore up a page,
tossed it away thinking that the words didn’t matter.
I long for the lost words,
ones only seen now by the waste paper bin.
I denied myself emotion,
afraid to feel anything because for so long feeling meant pain.
I learned to love words again,
that pain isn't poetry, poetry is beauty.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC