she would write words
upon her hand on a whim,
words like
*burn, drown, essence, crescent,
jingle, irony, scheme,*
and i did not understand why.
when she would get
frustrated, and that line
would come between her brow,
she would begin to touch her face,
as she always did
and the ink would smudge
and smear and color her cheeks,
eyes, nose, a dark, deep, blue
and i still did not understand why,
until one time i asked her,
"why do you write on yourself?"
and she replied,
pen in hand,
"i wish to be a poem."
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC
Me?
I reached for a star
and came back with the moon.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
Its wild in here
yet so peaceful
your love has made a forest out of me
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
There's a place
in this world
that's safe
and I want you to see,
I don't care if it hurts,
crash into me.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
LOVING
CARING
GIVING
THANKFULL
GREATFULL
THOUGHTFULL
FORGIVING
HELPFULL
GODLY
TRUTHFULL
HONEST
TRUSTING
BELIEVING
HEARTFULL
FILLING
MEANINGFULL
LIVING
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
if i could use
the stars to show my
love for you,
the entire night sky
would not be vast enough
of a canvas.
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
The moonlit water
My mirrors stare back at me
It is silver glass
Hot is the summer
Waves of heat rise from the sand
The sun scorches the earth
Red is the night sky
Their blood was shed on the field
The soldiers lie still
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC
i once read
where someone said
'we run from rain
but sit in tubs filled with
water.'
and since that moment,
on days where teardrops
fall from the sky,
i have not skipped out
on letting them kiss my skin
and melt into my hair
because i want to feel
everything i can in this mundane
life before -
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
every star, blade of grass,
every cloud and flower we pass,
some are not noticed,
not even cared for,
but still needed, i'm sure.
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC