It's been two years
I'd never really thought much about it
Until you were the last thing I saw
Before the scarf was tied over my eyes
I fumbled around in the dark
Bumping into everything from disgust to hope
And even when I found your smooth hands
I was still lost
You guided me in circles
While whispering a thousand things in my ear
And when we stopped and I took the blindfold off
I blinked furiously in the light
All I felt was a sense of longing
And all I could see were blue shadows cast upon your lips
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
Docks
Forest
Smiling faces
Cicadas
Rustling sails
Laughing children
Sunscreen
Pine trees
Bonfires
Sandwiches
Bug spray
Clean air
Ropes
Paddles
Hands
Happy
Peaceful
Loved
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 3:08 PM UTC
they always told me "mind over matter"
well, what if "mind" can't find a ladder?
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
The most interesting thing
About Paris in spring
Is watching locals strutting around
The most inspiring thing
About Paris in spring
Are the daffodils waking from the ground
The most astonishing thing
About Paris in spring
Is the architecture, Notre Dame to Bastille
But the saddest thing
About Paris in spring
Is wishing you could admire it with me
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 7:53 AM UTC
My thoughts stir around my head
like a lulling chaos
They dare not scream
only whispering in my ear
all about the same thing
Forty different people
pointing in all directions
telling me which path to follow
The one thing they have in common
is that these people
seem to share the same name:
Yours
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
trust me
i don't want to be this way
what addict does?
flashback
ages 4 through 13
i spent at least an hour
each night
staring into the dark
wishing it were in my head
here I am now
busy
exciting life
stressful
but filled with activity
exhaustion
it's an escape from
family
friends
responsibility
where my thoughts can drift
lazily through my mind
euphoria
it's relaxation
my body still
at total peace
nothing but breathing
i'm trying to run
but at all the wrong times
and i'm not staying at the right ones
it's destroying me
i know that this all my own fault
because i'm still letting it
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 9:44 PM UTC
there is nothing wrong
but something is not quite right
just keep on treading
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 4:48 PM UTC
The first day we arrived
you gave us all a piece of faded yellow rope
"Keep this on your person at all times"
Day in, day out
Alpine butterfly
(Secure the canoe so it won't fall off the trailer)
Reef, figure eight
(Simple stuff, multipurpose; the kids do this)
Sheet bend
(Connect two ropes with different diameters)
Double fisherman
(Kept it around my ankle so it wouldn't get lost)
But thank god
That the last knot I tied
Before I left
Was the one I was best at
Bowline
(Attached my heart to the sailing docks)
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
He had a round face
Dark features
And a look in his eye
that told you all of who he was
I saw it in the front cover of a book
The next volume had a dedication
In his name
I'm about to open the next chapter of a different book
But I haven't scheduled my appointment
The only thing I'm afraid of
Is not for me to repeat the past
But for my father to relive it
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC