pink and white petals
surrender to the wind;
a shower of spring
their perfume surrounds us.
they fall like snowflakes,
clutching her wispy tendrils.
hands outstretched, she giggles;
a new sight for her wide blue eyes.
*She wears them like a crown
My princess with flowers in her hair*
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 7:19 PM UTC
Mountains covered in fallen clouds;
evergreens passing in blurs.
Black tar roads dotted in white;
the weary chatter of haggard passengers.
Windshield wipers; swish, swoosh,
pushing the rain away.
Passing signs call out for our attention,
begging for us to stop and visit.
The hum of the engine,
the stuffy dry air;
as we drive in a state of beauty.
Watching a world pass through the tinted windows.
But we are just passing through,
enjoying the view along the way.
A beautiful skyline on the journey home
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
dots on lines
and sticks with flags
chaos to an untrained eye
but to the few who understand
they can already hear the masterpiece
a melody bold and clear
being accompanied by harmonies
the grand build to forte
before it drops to piano
All to create a story in sound
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
breath in. breath out.
wait for your heart
to slow it's frantic pounding.
close your eyes
squeeze them shut.
just hold on till it passes.
as the battle ends,
your hands fall from your face
stained with unchecked tears.
but the panic has passed
the fear has settled.
you survived the attack.
**now you prepare for
the next battle**
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC
It started with a jacket
left unattended.
I grabbed it as a friend
no intentions.
Wore it the next the day,
it engulfed my shorter frame.
We laughed, a platonic encounter
then I forgot to give it back.
It started conversations,
we discovered who we were
beneath our social façades.
That's when I fell
for you
and somewhere, you fell
for me.
A borrowed moment
A lasting affection.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
Blurry faces
all giving advice:
*Have fun.
Be safe.
Make friends.
Do something great.*
Cheers, tears,
the exodus draws closer.
Mom grows nostalgic,
Dad becomes overbearing.
Her little girl.
His little princess.
Eventually the car is loaded;
the engine starts with a rumble.
A new beginning starts
while the past is still in sight.
Everyone waving,
declaring their love with
one last
Goodbye.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC
blinding lights,
constant beeping,
spiked green lines,
a ***** in my arm.
faces fill the room
tears and hope
mixed on each.
a man in a white coat
calls for their attention,
his mouth moves
but it's all jibberish;
something about an accident.
then there is a shift,
the mood has changed.
all eyes are on me
expectant looks
then fallen faces
when I speak.
Who are you?
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 10:36 PM UTC
Blurry faces
all giving advice,
everyone with something to say:
Have fun.
Be safe.
Make friends.
Do something great.
As the exodus draws closer
Mom grows nostalgic,
Dad becomes overbearing.
Both wanting what's best for
her little girl
his little princess
going off into the world.
Eventually the car is loaded.
The engine starts with a rumble.
A beginning starting at the end
that is still seen in the rearview.
Everyone waving,
shouting their love,
one last
Goodbye.
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 12:54 PM UTC
crumpled among the change
brushing against lint
surrounded by hollow wrappers
and peppermint swirls
Forgotten
deep in my pocket
our happiness captured
so much has changed
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
one was older,
one was younger,
two years difference both ways.
the older one only cared for a short time
until his interests shifted,
for someone older?
maybe more mature?
now two years later
the younger one sees me as a friend;
side hugs and platonic conversations.
but I fell for both anyways.
I fell so hard
the impact stole my breath
and being near them gave me butterflies.
I don't know why my heart always stops
for those I cannot have.
I hate that they can't be mine,
but I still hopelessly love them.
it does work out sometimes,
now the older one is like a brother
but he still sometimes makes my heart flutter.
however, the younger one holds my heart;
clueless of my feelings.
cause, yes, though the heart wants what it wants,
it rarely gets what it loves.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 3:33 PM UTC