Autumn, you stunning creature.
With your cold fingers
that play over my bare arms and
collide and tangle across my
stomach
as you embrace me
like a long lost lover.
You,
nuzzling into my neck
as you wrap around me,
warming my back with your sun
while your breeze steals the heat
from my fingertips.
Autumn, you complex creature.
Your power struggle with Summer
for my affections
causes her tears to fall
and litter the pavement
every time your voice whispers
through the trees.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
Tears are a blessing
often soaked in sadness
or joy,
or anger,
or pain,
or love.
Tears fall and end up
dissolving
the seal in your heart
where you've locked away
the potency of your feelings.
Tears bring release.
They slowly snap the tension
around your chest
and make it easier to breath again.
Many find it a sign of weakness,
but they don't realise that
tears are necessary.
We need the tears,
for whatever reason it may be,
to offer us a short relief
from the overwhelming,
and sometimes imprisoning,
power of our emotions.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
If i could,
I would,
Carefully take you apart,
And put you back together,
Piece, by fragile piece,
And i would not cease,
Until the job was done.
Until the sun once again, shone from those lost, wondering eyes,
Until the cries that had chained you down,
Had been removed from the ground.
And if i could, i would,
Take my tools
And attentively drill out
Your insecurities,
All those flaws, you believe to be
Impurities
And ***** in self acceptance so tight,
So that never again at night,
Would you be reluctant, to hold yourself,
As you sparkle in the moonlight.
And if i could, i would,
Clamp together,
Your hopes and dreams,
Your self belief,
And tie them together at the seams
With double knots,
So that you never forgot, how
Capable you are.
I'd take each glittering star,
and plant them in the pupils of your eyes,
So that each time you cry
You'd be reminded of the beauty inside,
Of you.
And if i could, i would,
Paint over your frame work,
And tentatively cover up those scars,
So you'd never again see the hurt,
And never doubt
Just how perfectly imperfect you are.
And if i could, i would,
Saw away your sorrows
So when you thought of your tomorrows,
You weren't filled with dread,
You were filled with joy and hope
And optimism instead,
So that before you went to bed,
You were not filled with self defeating thoughts,
Ruminating inside, that pretty little head.
And if i could, i would,
Weld securely into place,
A genuinely happy smile,
Across your dainty face,
And a hand in yours,
So you'd never have to brace
Anything alone.
And if i could, i would,
Disassemble your malfunctioning thought processes
And rewire them back together again,
With a spanner, in the manner,
That meant you were not
Classed as insane.
I'd unfold and rearrange,
The chemical imbalances
Within your brain
So that the years of disdain,
And self blame,
Where a thing of the past,
I'd put you back together,
In a way, that showed you,
You were meant to last.
And if i could, i would,
Attach wings to your spine,
So there'd never be a time,
That you'd stumble and fall
You'd stand tall.
And if i could, i would,
Take the lonely shadows of your heart,
Rip them apart
And blaze them,
In a light so bright
It'd never die out,
You would never again doubt
All that you are,
And all that you can be.
And if i could, i would,
I'd set you free.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 6:42 AM UTC
a year will be here
soon enough and I cannot seem to
control myself when I am around you
the sound of your name pushes my
heart of my chest and the touch of your
fingertips let me know that you're not all
ice you are a burning fire that consumes my
soul and roars with the wind in the winters
brisk air and I've never met someone who could
take my heart and burn it with their eyes as if I had
never seen a fire before which is true, I have never
been burned by another person before because how could I
possibly let someone inside of me that way?
our hands touched and I instantley knew that you owned every single
part of me, including my wrecked and aching soul that could only seem
to see that you were the one for me and we took a chance that some are
afraid to take, and we were too, but we took this chance on us because
we could see that something was there, something called love was there
and I've never felt so beautiful in my entire life, you have loved me time
after time and have showed me how this horrible world isn't so horrible,
it is actually quite beautiful in a way, but you have showed me
that life isn't just about grades and being touched by
someone who doesn't burn your very being
but that this life is about the love that
you can hear in the middle of the
night when you are starting to
fall asleep and the smell of
her hair when you are
telling her you will
love her forever.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 6:40 AM UTC
Body aches,
muscles pull.
Feeling empty,
never full.
Mind races,
thoughts fly.
Tears falling,
hearts soaring high.
Caught in a moment,
lost in time.
Addicted to it a feeling,
a temporary high.
You're on top of the world,
then lower than your feet.
Feel like a millionaire,
but lose everything in a heartbeat.
Up and Down,
round and round.
Never being able
to find solid ground.
Aching for freedom,
but a slave to the rush.
Screaming in anguish
at the power of your lust.
It's hard to break free
when the high is so sweet.
But be careful to find it
for you may lose your feet.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC
I hope you meet a person,
any person,
who makes your heart beat
in tune with your favourite song.
I hope their laugh becomes
your favourite melody,
and that their breathing
turns into your new lullaby.
I wish for you the amazing miracle
of meeting someone that makes you
feel like you have orchestras
in your chest.
I hope you have the privilege of
finding a person,
any person,
that gives you a reason to sing.
Because right now there is someone
who's looking at you
and they're busy having an affair
with the music that you are.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 3:36 AM UTC
Rainy nights in small cosy homes,
music that gives you feelings,
and warm tea with your better half of your being.
Getting caught with tears in your eyes
in unexpected and overwhelming floods of gratitude when you look at someone and realise
"I love this person and they love me too".
Hearing a song that gives you
that feeling.
You can't explain what it feels like
but you get drunk off of it
every time
you hear that song again.
Being held by someone that just melts away.
every.
single.
worry.
and makes you question why you ever complain about your life.
Finding a moment where you just feel
content.
Where everything just looks more colourful and the breeze feels just right and your footsteps are beating out a new song along with your heart.
These moments and everything in between are what makes life worth living for.
So take your moment,
right now,
and make it worth every beat that your heart makes.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
When it happens,
when our lips meet for the first time
and the world around us melts like an ice cube on hot tarmac,
I want to feel like this.
I want to feel like this,
with that song drowning out the sounds of our pining hearts,
when our lips brush together for the first time.
I hope the world softens around us
like it does when I feel like this.
I want our pulses to beat out a song that makes me feel like this one does.
For the first time when our lips touch
I want to get high off of that feeling
like I get high off of the unimaginable beauty that I experience in the simple things.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
A balloon cast astray by the wavering hand of a child
Who wishes to know the latex orb filled with helium can fly
But in the moment of segregation between the tips of his small fingers and the floating object's delicate string
He discovers regret for the first time in his short life
The feeling that will haunt him far past his young years and into adulthood
Yet, it's only in these latter years of his life
That he'll also discover he is envious of his abilities as a boy
For he could let go then, easier than ever
And today, he is forced to grasp his wife's bony fingers with a wrinkled hand of his own
As today, the only delicate strings in life are the wires and tubes that travel through her
In this moment he realizes he must travel back in time
To relearn how to release his balloon
As he wishes for nothing more than to let her fly in peace
But he doesn't possess the strength to watch her float away
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
I miss you today...
I miss your infectious belly laughs
and sideways glances.
I miss your short everything:
short hair, stubby fingers, your fit-under-my-armpit-since-I-was-ten height, your short life...
I miss seeing you shake your head like a dog would shake off water.
And I miss you always sending please-call-me's or you excitedly showing me pictures on your phone.
I miss seeing you sit on the step outside of the laundry room with a mug of coffee and a cigg.
I miss the smell of you, the smell of cigarette smoke and cherry menthol Halls.
I miss your tight hugs and your way of always trying to show me good things in life.
I miss seeing your collections of odd things.
I wish we could have done something, given you a reason not to go.
I realise that I can't change that now, but I can hope that when I see you again you'll have a cup of coffee in your one hand and a cigg in the other.
And that we'll finally be enough for you since we weren't before.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC