Not all can fathom the concepts that what is here was once not and what was here once now isn't. The soil doesn't change, nor do the old trees, yet the buildings are broken down and the people soon leave.
The visuals and sights that have over time been consumed within the air still linger in our breaths.
The road was once dirt, the river once land, that home once someone else's home.
Physical attributes change yet so do the emotional ones. A place of war and blood shed will become peaceful and goodly. A place once deemed dreadful will be contradicted by time and seen as content and amicable. A person once admired and lively will become a person admired and dead.
The air doesn't change but everything else does, allowing the next people to breathe it's past in.
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 9:16 AM UTC
It felt like our love was a boomerang that barely returned itself.
A boomerang that you throw and think surely to God,
This won't come back,
Just like all the others didn't.
But you fling it anyway and miraculously it shows up.
Like the air, the earth, the universe needed to get it back to you.
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 3:30 AM UTC
Then all of a sudden,
The light shone a little differently up ahead.
A glint that was familiar,
A glint of sunlight woven into hair.
Whenever he was out it happened,
Like he radiated rays back to the sun.
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 3:27 AM UTC
The act of listening to sad songs and reading poetry is a complex one.
You question life and what exactly is happening in your own.
It clears your mind and makes you realise things.
But then it can be questioned if you realised it or already knew it.
The complex part and most heartbreaking is that when the song ends and the verse is finished all you're left with is the thoughts and that,
that is truly terrifying.
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 1:10 AM UTC
In twenty years from now
I don't want to be just another name
In twenty years from now
I still want to be in your life
In twenty years from now
I want someone to stop you on the street
Ask how you're doing
And bring up my name
In twenty years from now
I don't want your answer to be
"I haven't seen her in ages"
In twenty years from now
I hope you say
"She's waiting for me at home"
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC
And if it's falling that you're afraid of,
we can hide from commitment
and convince ourselves
that we're just friends.
I'll learn the curve of your
smile and you'll connect my
freckles like constellations
and we'll pretend we aren't
falling like leaves in October.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC
Often, I picture us
holding hands and watching movies,
sitting on benches beneath oak trees,
hearing you laugh throughout the day,
and catching you smile,
when you think I don't see
and all I can do is hope
that when you close your eyes
your mind is filled
with thoughts of me.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC
I worry there is something broken in our generation;
there are so many sad eyes on happy faces.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 7:32 AM UTC
I envy those who believe in a God,
Believe in a source of higher power.
For they are merely strange thoughts,
embarked from life by another.
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
"We can always rinse the surface,
But the stain will remain"
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 8:34 PM UTC