I remember ascending to the surface of the river,
And grabbing the other end of your float.
Exchanging a smile, I wanted nothing more but to hold onto you instead.
The clear river pushed us along for awhile, then I looked behind, sighed and rolled over, to give her the space to drift along with you ahead.
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 11:23 AM UTC
Take me back to the Mountains,
with a soft breeze in my hair,
for steep hiking, leaves crunching,
and short intakes of air.
You were a speck in the distance,
from a climb through the ridges,
so I clambered over rocks
to make it to the finish.
With one last pull to the peak,
I saw a smile on your face,
then I brushed off the dirt
and fell into your warm embrace.
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
you like to sleep on the ground
of a forest or cave.
with the world as your roof,
it breaks you out of your cage.
it's uncomfortable to most,
but it's comfort to you,
to be hugged by the earth
instead of swallowed by a room.
with the music of insects
and the rustling of leaves,
you fall into a deep sleep
with the sweetest of dreams.
or to the dripping of water
and the flapping of bats,
you get peaceful, calm rest
to each drop- split, splat.
it's the outside that's freeing;
the shackles are cut loose,
but for now, you are stuck
in society's abuse.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 10:37 AM UTC
Poetry is a band-aid to pain- it helps heal wounds.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC
Why does anxiety happen in
An avalanche
The weight can't be held
It plunges
Piling on and on
It smothers
The frost encloses me
It numbs
I'm losing feeling
I'm frozen
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 1:29 AM UTC
you make me want to
create art
run faster
write poetry
climb further
see the world
dive deeper
read to learn
hike longer
listen to music
and fly higher
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
Around the world
I'd follow you
Across the ridge
Into the valley
Through the cave
Up the mountain
Along the waterfall
Off the cliff
I'd follow you
Around the world
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 9:32 PM UTC
he's got more than 9 lives
from staring death in the face
freezing down to his bones
in a bitter dark space
a trek through the mountains,
food's not more than a bite
struggling for existence
for just another night
not knowing what's there
falling fast through the air
and several encounters
with a mad grizzly bear
being tracked in the jungle
by a silent wild cat
it's a feat he survived
with a stalking like that
he's a man with some luck
he's got more than nine lives
he never stops moving
on adventure, he thrives
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
Should I act with passion
or more with reason?
Have thought behind action
or give my heart freedom?
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 3:47 PM UTC
Our love was a high
that had an expiration.
We knew that good-bye
was an expectation.
We were so quick to fall,
but it was so hard to let go.
I wish that it all
could last longer and grow.
But here we are, a mess,
of emotions exploding,
and unneeded stress
piling on and loading.
Upset and depression.
Anger and hate.
Blame and aggression.
Insults and berate.
I don't like this feeling.
I was it would leave.
Slowly I'm healing
and will no longer grieve.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC