Tried to break it down
various elements
this or like that
to study, to consult.
Far to know the time
to see it again
Until I found it once more.
It wasn’t my motive
in making it
that matter
but how
Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 2:14 PM UTC
I want to breath in
a sweet cotton air.
Moments of ones mind
stretching forth
elegant and divine.
A piano drips like rain,
Reverberating above the soul,
while frequencies dance
across nerves full of static.
Pangs and woes,
weigh heavy upon my shoulders,
too broad and too weak,
to carry much more.
Life's burden weighs down
the branches of trees,
their fruits bruised against the ground
turn sour by the first rain.
One must tend to lifes terms
Contracts laid down in cosmic fibers,
Guides the flow of time.
If time could be streatched,
The structure of the universe
would appear like a roadmap,
Expanding and contracting,
Like the heartbeat of time
Tic...
Toc...
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 7:34 AM UTC
Are we acting within the laws of Thermodynamics?
Is this why the forests are felled
and the earth scoured for its ore?
We can not act randomly against the stochastic forces of nature.
Our agency has facilitated the beginning of the end,
fewer and fewer possibilities present themselves
and we're closing the doors to our future
before we ever knew of their existences
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC
Time hums
seconds dance along the minutes
spilling over into hours
before the day catches fire
setting this week ablaze
smoldering for months
smoke clouding the years.
I close my eyes
as the clock stops
life exhausted
burnt
out
.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 3:08 PM UTC
I'm confused my mind is turning inside out,
all my thoughts are falling about my feet,
spilling out of my open mouth that's trying to shout.
I'm gagging on an memory of an empty street,
as a chemical reaction filled with clout
turns this world upside down, oh what a treat.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 2:54 PM UTC
The lines on the page are wiggling...
slipping through the loose fibers
until they free themselves
tiny graphite slivers
particles of a single
element
C
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 5:25 PM UTC
Golden hues cause my synapses to tingle,
memories burst and make me wriggle.
Am I alone in this electric feeling,
lost in a misguided myopic way of seeing?
Memories grow week as the days grow shorter,
no longer do the instill and nervous ferver.
My feelings can no longer bridge this gap,
my love is is dying out, drained of its sap.
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 2:18 PM UTC
Time is slipping through my fingers, stealing your love
A glance at first sight, became a glance of lost perspective
I loved you where there was no space and time
I guess my love for you needed space and time
I'm in the same place as before but time got a hold of me
Now loving you is a rain of poisonous letters
Pouring upon me to rip off my emotions
Time is slowly stealing my love for you...
I wish I could reach through time,
to grab your hand and tell you not to go.
I don't want to be forgotten here,
I wish you would have held me dear.
Pages and pages of memories filled with you are being lost,
the turning of time is the un-writing of our story.
I didn't see it when the letters began to fade;
I didn't see the days you stayed away.
I keep turning the pages hoping to see your scrawl,
but each turn reveals more empty space.
I've become blind to the world as I search for you,
I’ve forgotten how to write memories without you around.
I held your heart in blank spaces of my mind,
It was there that I hoped your love could bloom,
That the fruits of our love could become my ink,
Oh the memories we would paint.
I see you in the foreseeable future,
I want to hold you beyond the imagination,
Love is promised but ocean divides everything,
Just don't leave...
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC
Is it wrong of me to linger on your words?
I can feel myself sinking into the pregnant pause,
just before the light trickles through the curtains,
illuminating the empty space your words held.
I long for your voice, like the lily longs for the rain,
spring showers awaken and unfurls new leaves.
The rain turns a key inside me opening me up again,
letting all the water flow out, just in time for the drought.
The days are getting shorter, as the time since rain elongates,
leaves scorched curl around me, shielding what life is left.
Spring will bring your final bloom,
as the last remnants of your words,
give color to the tips of my petals.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 8:09 PM UTC
Your presence once a welcome occurrence,
has come to pass like the ocean currents.
It was always bound to end like this,
the delicate balance had to shift.
I no longer feel the warmth in your smile,
the color in your cheeks was not caused by me.
I though maybe I should just wait a while,
and then I'll surely be able to let my emotions free.
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 12:56 PM UTC