You may think I'm crazy
I can assure you I'm not
But if things seem peculiar
And I'm sort of in a spot
Its not because I chose to be weird
Its all part of the game
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 8:44 AM UTC
His mind was like a lonely wild,
murmuring like a harp amongst the trees.
Like a great tune to which the planets roll,
his words gave a curious satisfaction,
as when a coin,
tested,
rings true gold
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC
she had eyes like limpid pools in shadow,
Her face like a light
She danced like a flower in the wind,
Her gracefulness ever so slight.
Then she was gone
like a glow on the cloud
at the close of day,
gone astray
like a sheep that is lost
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 6:41 AM UTC
That heavy sinking feeling
in your chest
When you find out something
that you really didn't want to know
It's almost like your mind
just delivered a lethal blow
To your soul
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 5:00 AM UTC
I hate knowing that you have to face a certain reality
With too much uncertainty
With a sinking feeling in my chest
I hope for the best
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 3:40 AM UTC
do we learn how to live happier or does everything get better?
i somehow doubt its the latter
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC
the way you gasped for air
diving under the set of waves
timed too closely together
the gritty salvation of collapsing together on the shore
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
Falling in love is as
beautiful as watching
the sun shining on the rain
in Spring
An ineffable yearning,
Is serendipity,
A blissful sorrow,
Is not lucid.
Falling in love is
picking shards of
broken glass knowing
you'll bleed,
Is a veritable tornado,
The eye of a hurricane
flattening everything in
it's path
And it doesn't abate
It's roller-coaster you must ride
Only to throw up after.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC
Soft colors
gentle warmth
the sun's caress
words spoken with a smile
we open our doors
to the sound of laughter
And a song drifts on the wind
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC
.
Others call it singing,
I call it just talking with style.
A cup half full or half empty?
Sometimes,
the glass is twice as big as it needs to be.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC