the time of day that makes the sky shine gold
the feeling of distrusting your own eyes
and appraising your surroundings threefold
observing, absorbing the slothful sun rise
in these moments serenity i find
in these moments myself i do most feel
both the breeze and fresh air align my spine
paradise, heaven, feels nearly unreal
what can i do, what can i say to stay?
way back to reality, so it seems
opposite of this day, my day - to - day
but here, near mother nature i’ll daydream
surrounded by animals, flowers, trees
the outside: my favorite place to be
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
your look saturates
your focus brings me repose
and rattles my bones
my heart overflows
as I witness your passion
all day I could gaze
dire desire
shivering at the thought of
a vanishing graze
never more than a
fleeting glance or short - lived touch
our blockades entrench
our confines have names
mine is called he, yours is she
our shackles we vowed
our love manifested
if perhaps time allowed
us as one maybe
left unrequited
we are left unsatisfied
us; left unanswered
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 7:52 PM UTC
Soldiers side by side,
Collecting our wounds and bullet holes,
Not glancing behind, but hastening forward,
Guns ablaze.
We looked to one another,
Smiling.
Believing we could take that hill,
Win the battle.
Guardians side by side,
Saving one another from deadly blows,
Welcoming the scratches and scrapes,
Hearts still racing.
You took a hit, So did I
Still Smiling,
We picked each other up
Running to defeat it.
In the end we were side by side.
You stood, my body curled around your feet,
My jacket and jeans littered with seared holes.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
Telephones.
Earphones.
Earplugs.
To drown out
Baby cries.
Engines exhaling.
Anxiety.
"Don't be afraid"
"You've done this before"
"He knows what he's doing"
The tired.
The disagreeable.
The impossibly experienced.
Tickets.
Bags.
Smile-free faces.
I'm ready.
You're ready.
Let's go already.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
I stood there.
Staring.
A snow-capped peak stared back.
I became exceedingly captivated.
Captivated by the thought that he and I existed;
Existed now.
Existed here.
Existed together.
I became a shell.
A shell filled with explosive joy.
And I could no longer become underwhelmed.
Nor could I become whelmed.
I lived.
I will never believe in myself more,
Never trust in Creation more,
Never be enveloped in the stillness more
Than I did in that moment.
Glimpsing that skyline.
Staring down a mountain.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
So when my dreams came true
When I got everything I wanted,
I was overcome with joy.
Because desire isn't wrong &
You are allowed to be wildly happy
by being uncommonly blessed.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
Grief
Collapse, Wreckage
Settling, Salvaging, Crumbling
Profound loss of rose-colored glasses
Trapped.
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC