the designs
in the molding
on your face
features such
undeclared beauty
complete
with the ability of
foreign flight
to set sails
extravagant as the sea
the details exquisite
drawn so elegantly
magnificently
and hypnotizing
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 1:01 PM UTC
that touch was
the closest to complete
i ever felt
the way you delved
into me
the curls and twirls
forgotten thoughts
clouded judgement
the night we feel in love
for the night
the closest to complete
i ever felt
yet lacking
a sense of self
you were the closest
to complete
i ever felt
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 8:31 PM UTC
Contemplating tendencies of being lost in a transitional time period; full of self-doubt and aspirations
to do more.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
Maybe, I fear the feels of loneliness. Lonesome. I am never alone.
The feels of being alone are so real. It is unbelievable.
When alone there are no distractions from the ambiance; the clutter; the airflow.
It is all there--visible; tangible, here.
Right in front of you!
The feeling of time, presence, existence.
It is rather simple.
Very at the surface--unless you explore.
There are hidden pathways on the playing field,
which can only be found by you.
These things are mastered alone.
Your presence.
This moment.
This fluid frozen moment.
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 11:57 AM UTC
Whisked away
To that place
Of castles and magic
Fire and dragons
It is a realm.
Of nothing
Of everything
Of something
Something to be seen--if listening.
There are shadows and secrets
to be unlocked.
There is no key,
just a missing puzzle piece.
A seed, to be nurtured
an innocent piece of dirt
stepped on repeatedly
to only make more dirt
The ground is shook
with such force.
Unseen,
living inside,
late late at night.
With castles
And magic
And fire
And dragons
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 11:38 AM UTC
Softness forgotten in still moments of solid nights.
Bitter and sharp. Yet, bright as sunlight.
The shadows, casting memories of
current-past, forever dwelling on
a lasting sadness.
Until, the dawn light turns shadows away!
Releasing old souls to the wind.
Turning and churning and
slowly slowly burning to ashes.
Clashing and thrashing and fading...
into today's tomorrow
and all the yesterdays of now
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
From a sky view
deep grey
with hints of purple
-deep lavender-
overcast
two dozen sleepy ducks
making soft noises;
waking
to flee to water
a lagoon
unknown
to human touch
the sky descends
to old trees
with much life
left to live
dark in the distance
foreign sounds emerge
to which the ducks
respond...aggressively
trees tall
leaves untouchable
so close
to the lights resembling
frozen lanterns
twinkling away
a rolling swoosh
on the sidewalk
the distant sounds that nature brings
the twinkling
to landscape
red lights
a walkway
and constant
constant
crickets...
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 10:56 AM UTC
The feeling of completeness is indescribable. It is unable to be imagined within the routine placed. Its uncontrollable, the sense of wonder in the world that can be obtained. The sense of wonder that does not feel real. The creation that cannot be grasped; to know. To know what lies behind it all. Enabling full creation….of your world. To taste the poison apple, the rich flavor it holds. No poison at all. Tingling inside with the sense, that you can, do all. Do all that you never inspired to do and embrace it. Embrace all. To love, with a love that is not taught, learned, or practiced. It is created…by you.
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 10:40 AM UTC