she dips her toes
into the sea of stars
they sigh
soft ahh ahh
ahh ahh
ahh ahh's
reverberate into space
where they will condense
as raindrops
onto the earth
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
late night
campfire
soft moonlight,
then inspire:
poetry written
in the sand below
beauty-smitten
in seeing you glow
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
darling
you need to understand
that you are made
from the
s
e
a
and the
s
t
a
r
s
yet you compare yourself
to a
grain of sand
.
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
they keep telling me
I am a coward
for not believing in
an ineffable presence
for turning down the offer
of an eternal life
they keep telling me
that I am hubristic;
who am I to believe
god does not exist?
that I was made of
nothing
at all?
but still I do not understand
for does it not take courage
to leave behind all
rudimentary assumptions?
is it not the opposite of
hubris
to proclaim that we are
not special
we are
just
like
the
animals
that walk this earth with us
living
breathing
dying
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC
perhaps one day
instead of trying to find yourself
somewhere among
mountain trails blanketed by a winter snow
or hiking across a lifeless, scorching desert
you'll find yourself
in the dunes of my vertebrae
and the high cliffs of my laughter
perhaps one day
instead of seeking therapy
for your unnerving and infuriating anxiety
with a man who knows a whole lot of words
and a bottle full of numbing nothings
your hands will hold mine
and your heart will freeze in a way
no one ever said
could be
good
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC