i dove into the pool
to prove i could
but the bottom of the pool is empty and lonely sometimes
it's a long way to the surface
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 12:35 AM UTC
in your quest to move mountains, don't forget to let the mountains move you
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC
a room full of beating hearts
is it sad that we are hardly held together?
how does this thin tissue hold my soul so surely?
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC
I know a love so deep.
Before, love was only the look on a face
Now:
My love is a blanket fort, so magical and draping
You crawl for what seems like forever until you reach the back
Where you find love sitting
In the dim, dusk-like light.
Depth in love:
Like taking the first breath
That ever touched the bottom of your lungs
Love is not just a face
Love is the recently unlocked caverns of my soul,
Ready to be filled with warm breath and sunlight
My love and I fell willingly into the abyss of what could be.
We are still falling
That is how deep my love is.
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 8:07 PM UTC
I love the train, but especially today.
Today it is early in the day and the train is not rattling through darkness like a bullet.
It’s 3:25 and the sky is very blue on the left and cloudier to the right,
but the right is prettier because it has the lakeside, which from here looks like sea glass.
The waves roll in staggered and carelessly since no boats come by here.
We are the ones who get a coup d’oeil at this uninterrupted place.
Trees stand bare still, and the ones which are on the shoreline are washed and bleached,
looking like bones.
Some evergreens come close, but they are a little brown.
Yellow grasses freshly uncovered of snow look rather beautiful beside the blue and periwinkle skies.
I love blue panelled barns and houses which match the water and sky, and seem to remind me of wholesome people.
I catch a glimpse of a pink jacket and helmet as a little girl on a four wheeler waves to the train. How quickly we left her behind.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
Martine can't resist
anything in three four time,
silly little Lark
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
kissing you is this:
in between mouthfuls of me
you say silly things
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
There's nothing lonelier than walking home at 4:15AM after it has just rained.
It's a different kind of walk of shame.
In an outfit saved for special occasions, I walked home
lonely because I left a small part of my heart in his room.
I laid it out on a floor littered with guitar picks, and there it sits still.
He wouldn't accept it, nor would he give it back.
Maybe he wanted it for decoration.
Now, my small heart shard, swollen and sad, has no home.
And in the glistening of 4:15AM after it has just rained, my pretty purple shirt looked sad.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
~
Caught in your smile
Lost in your eyes
Held in your arms
Heard on your sighs
~
Read on your lips
Felt in your touch
Found in your heart
I love you so much
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
The woman in the moon is made of waves
If you look close, she swells and falls always
Like the sea; like a dancer's last dance.
Cold but never sad nor bitter nor raw
She showers honey light on us all -
On the eyelids of the sick and the foreheads of sleeping children
In cups of milk with cookie crumbs and late night drives
On the hot breath of love and the dreams of travel
But most of all, inside each inestimable soul,
That is where her dancing, swelling, honey from the sea light goes.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC