Sometimes I notice the trees
Sometimes the city lights are all I see
Distracted like a moth to a flame
My old hometown will never be the same
We’ve all moved away,
to warmer places,
to live in more luxurious ways
But there will come the day
We'll miss the old grassy field
where we used to play
Where we drew each other’s blood
and bruised each other’s skin
When we were young and thin
and too ignorant to understand the
mess
we are in
Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 12:38 PM UTC
Sipping from the ginger beer's bottle
I hate its taste
But it reminds me of her
If only just for a little while
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 7:01 PM UTC
The world is scared and bloated
like a preteen pregnancy
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 11:33 AM UTC
I see your picture
reading through the same
yoga, cooking, and travel
version of a person
trying to cast a wide
net
instead of focusing
on the truth inside
Where does the end lie?
All I know is that
I’m alone
and want to share
the experiences of
a life
dare to explore the soul
and the fire
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 1:18 PM UTC
I once met a man
and asked him what he saw
where he's been
he said he's been to every land
every space
and he's never been the same
again
he said what are you hoping
to find in the
end?
It's inevitable
he said and you will see
that you may walk through
the forest and touch the trees
and crunch the snow on the
mountains' caps
but you'll never live
the same way twice
you will change
and shed your skin
you will become the earth
and settle deep within the roots
love will come
love will go
there is no time capsule in
the world I know
that can preserve anything
forever
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 7:04 PM UTC
I stand before the monumental
I am crushed by its shadow
I am humbled by its ego
And I can taste envy
I ride the turbulent waters
Like the kelp behind
An ocean liner, I am jostled
Holding firmly as
I slowly inch my way
Out of the water
Eventually I will be free
By searching, by fighting, or by accepting
Fates cruel woven string
And what is clear to me
In the end I shall breathe
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 12:27 PM UTC
I ride a turbulent sea
deep within the confines
of a leaking vessel
Riding the fate of billows
Riding towards a final crash
or revival along a sandy shore
Either path will bring peace
But I do not wish to ride this vessel anymore
Only allowed to watch leaks around
rusty rivets
Only able to smell the stale iron air
and touch cold metallic skin
When I know I have the power to swim
and take my chance among the salt
and spray
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
Do you ever
move through your fears?
Pull the tab, take a sip,
contemplate what brought you here?
A heart full of blood
with
a mind flooded of
memories
of thorns
Torn
Sutured
Breathing but gasping
for air
What has brought us here?
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 4:35 PM UTC
This dead space
in my mind
Lost in the world
that
worships decline
I can no longer
see your grace,
can no longer
touch your face
I refuse to let
you leave place
You must stay
Without hearing what
I have to say
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC
Imagine rain
that doesn't quench soil's thirst
Imagine heat
that does not warm your body
Imagine the radiance of the sun
blocked by a 2 story billboard
Then reimagine me.
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 5:34 PM UTC