dear tomorrow,
light darkens over my
sleep deprived
worth ethic
shoes too small
world too big
i used to love sunset
now one step closer
to getting no sleep
coffee rings on
syntax on
book work
no meaning anymore
pencil weighs heavy on
distractions not faded away
an alarm rings
7 hours to early
already
late
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 11:48 AM UTC
no,
don't waste time
counting your blessings
count your wonder
because your questions
are the greatest
blessings of all
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 12:37 AM UTC
The first conversation
I ever had with
my grandma was between
myself and
a sunset
I spoke in
words a long I had been
longing to say
She spoke in
colors and clouds
I don't think I heard clearly
but I know I understood what she meant
Her painted message
spoke a message of
love
to the whole world
and her voice echoed in my heart
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 2:16 PM UTC
A maze serves to get you lost
A labyrinth serves to get you found
I fell into place, and
I don’t know what that means, but
It has something to do with the fact that
I wear hope on a string around my neck, and
I don't remember what it feels like to be fourteen, and
There is just one place in the world where
Something makes sense.
A place where
The sun first hits in the morning, and
Where hope will stay the longest when
All light has gone.
A correction: A labyrinth serves
To allow you to find, and
This morning I realized that
Sometimes I forget how to breathe, and
I am still learning how to dance, but
I keep walking, and
Watching the horizon, and
I know the sun will hit soon
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 3:39 AM UTC