The rain kisses the earth
A breath of cool air
Caught between two acts
And I’m just standing there
I whisper my thoughts
And the strength to proclaim escapes me
Who comforts my mind when nostalgias face hurts to look at
What purpose do I carry
When my hands can no longer create
What place do I reserve at my table when I can’t wake from my nightmare
From under the pergola I look beyond to a cloudy sky
And to a fractured self
So tired
Ashamed
So raw
Weight builds around a frame that once brought pride
Hair covers a face that never stoped smiling
Shadows dwell in a heart that used to be so open
Abba where have I gone
Creator why doesn’t the son rise up
Father what lies have built residence within my mind
God why am I lost and searching for your name
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 5:19 AM UTC
Delicate hands soften a classical sound
Love in the air but not in the heart
A tragic and impressional soul left behind
Staring at a weeping reflection
A time from before mine holds my melancholic thoughts in warm hands
Whispers and the early morning song remind me of my solidarity
This peace
Id be a fool to look on the life I’m living with doubt
With disdain
A jazz tune weaves simplicity into my words
Casual jubilee into my thoughts
Careless expectations
And a broken memory to fill my dreams
The darkest house is a lonely house
And I refuse to live in the shadows of my choices
The life I lead is uncertain
But still I dream
And still I look forward to the whispers and early morning song
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 12:15 PM UTC
Crooked wooden tables hold the story of a thousand travelers
Heavy eyes allow for pause in the flow of a coffee shop
Whispers break through the cancellation of sound
Close to you
Finger painted emotions are showing on my van goh face
I relieve the stress
Concerned looks
I know how familiar that smell is
It simply comes with the tide of this year
The taste of wine on your lips
My problems rest easy like his hands on your hips
Gentle glances at the marks on their skin
Unspoken words dance on a tongue in a closed mouth
I contemplate voicing
But bid farewell instead
I grin with crooked teeth and smile
To dwell on this color of life
Through this inflection I now see the canvas that my life is being painted on
I love the strokes and curves
I now ready my hand
With love
Prayer
And preparedness
Forever loving where my soul will guide
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 10:38 PM UTC
She's more than moved on
She's buried my name in a dark place along with the others
I feel it well in my chest
The same pain I told her to let go of
The fractured self is such a curious example of naivety
My soul presses into the memory
My heart sheds tears that only she has seen
And my mind doubts the perfect things I told myself
The air struggles to find the bottom of my lungs
Vision blurry while I look at my reflection
So softly I whisper the truth that used to hold me at night
So tentatively I allow my steps to guide the walk I hold in such high regard
My words now are not that of wisdom and somber reflection
But of a cry into the night
And a denial of tomorrow's light
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 3:17 AM UTC
Its on street corners that the wind bites the cruelest
Its in my mind that my pain is the greatest
My life so unique
In my understanding of the pain I lift my chin up high
I see the beautiful stars
I walk with a home to return to
a place to stop the cold from my skin
In the same air I know ill soon be out of
I walk until I see them
Curled on the ground
On an entry way they will likely be kicked out of
How dare I shiver
I see now that humility is begging for my hand in marriage
But I can't
You see
I'm trying to keep my hands warm
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 10:50 PM UTC
its late
my chest grows cold
where your head used to rest
time fades on
as my heart follows suit to my skin
I've almost forgotten your lips
and the way that you taste
curious what can happen during a single waxing and waning of the moon
for fear of empty words I stay silent
waiting on you
though I miss you dearly
I understand fully
hurry home my love
this bed is meant to be shared
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 8:54 PM UTC
her smile
her faith
her heart
words dance and stumble around my head
to capture in whole who you are to me
words would never satiate the reality
the unyielding passion
to
your hand on my chest
your breath on my neck
the still of the night that we share with closed eyes
beyond what is written
you are my once in a lifetime
ever waiting on a forever with you
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 10:09 PM UTC
in its solitude
a rose silently wilts
with ostensible vision
the skulls watch with lifeless eyes
the paper on which they both decay pays no mind
ever stead fast they become something they never anticipated
that being
dead and lifeless to the ones they left behind
begging a curious eyes attention to the direction of their new story
peering introspectively at their fragile
yet striking forms
they question to no truth
the rose will darken a heart and rot
as its their nature
the skull will turn a blind eye and to dust
as is its nature
and the paper will still pay no mind
because in that moment of its weakness
the history of their decaying shells are wiped from its canvas
immortalized in forgotten words
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 3:26 AM UTC
a morning away from me
my eyes search for your delicate silhouette
the figments of my mind
for a brief moment
become a reality to my dreary witness
broken
upon the flickering light
tears fill as I look at a sun you have already seen
soft wooden panels warm my feet
blue walls occupy my peripheral
blurry hills dot the horizon
yet my gaze lies stead fast on your first words to me
not to be lead astray my forever
you are my greatest adventure
alone I whisper our truth and secret
I love you
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 7:48 PM UTC
a black highway road guides my body as my mind quietly wanders
stepping onto the fragile
and pondering what lies beneath
allowing the shackles of restraint to fall free from my heart
inviting a relentless mercy
I am yours
and
you are mine
allowing the pain of doubt to melt away
my king
I kneel before
allowing the truth of love to permeate
my staggered faith
ignites
and burns for him
chasing the creator is no monetary venture
weak still I lean on you
blessed to wander under your hand
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 5:24 PM UTC