Your eyes
How they plead
They sparkle with need
Your hands
Reach for mine
Together we bleed
With you
Content to be
Unforgivingly free
In silence
We speak
Sighs and touch
timeless
Perfecting technique
The depth we go
Grows deeper everyday
There is no darkness
When you show me the way
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 3:04 PM UTC
Thoughts unspoken
Silence is waiting;
Questioning
Is this space enough to be filled?
Moments are measured
By words unsaid
Words that we package
Into different sized boxes
It has to fit perfectly
Or they will never leave my head
We keep waiting
For the right time
In the wrong way
When time runs out
All the boxes will be empty
Unfilled
By the thoughts unspoken
Forever in my head
Perhaps it is better
To speak up instead
Better to cause discomfort
Than find your thoughts dead
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 2:27 PM UTC
The night is long and yearning
craving for the promise of sunlight
the turn of a new page.
Possibility
melts through the trees
as the sun overpowers and the shadows retreat
With the day we dance
Metaphors in motion
We are given another chance
Soak in, fulfill, advance
dazed by the sun's romance.
Flowers twirl open blooming, ignite
as time passes the hues seem to fight
dusk gives way to night
I live for the promise of light
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 12:03 PM UTC
They say there are three types of love, but respectfully I disagree.
How can someone count, what one constantly bleeds?
Can you imagine love so simple, like counting to three?
Love is losing control, love is setting free, love is giving a stranger your seat.
Love is breathless, love is bold, love is sharing a blanket in the cold.
Love is pure, love is tragic, love is unintentional magic.
Love cannot be stopped or contained. It just constantly happens.
Love evaporates and falls from the clouds. It sneaks up on you when you don't want to be found. It is a force that knows no bounds.
Love gets you out of bed, and helps you fall asleep. Love is always present even as you dream.
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
I can’t help who I am, all my truths that I reveal.
I’m an open coloring book. My thoughts are yours to steal.
My soul is inside out, can’t be anything but real.
My open heart is generous; not a wound that needs to heal
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 2:47 PM UTC
As I finish my last drops,
your pushing me your full glass.
Convinced me you want this to last.
Come over. Come over.
I came until you were done.
How did I not notice?
I was finishing your cup.
At some point it was decided,
I was not enough.
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 5:23 PM UTC
A sense of exuberance fills the room,
her hair still wet, smells of perfume,
she walks clumsily with awkward hello's,
the form of her smile is all that I know.
She lines up her pencils in a colorful row
gifts her joyful spirit everywhere she goes,
listens and nods, quick to crack jokes,
her eyes are windows to her unapologetic soul,
her existance is ethereal
light and refined
She is her own, so she will never be mine
as long and she is still here
I think i'll be fine
an inhabitant of heaven
leaving traces in my mind
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 9:52 AM UTC
The bricks lined up
Like jigsaw pieces
Every step I take
Was not my decision
My thoughts are so reckless
I’m afraid of my conclusions
All questions in my head
Are left with no solutions,
I hold faith in the hands of a stranger,
I pray I’ll be led away from danger,
I know I’m supposed to be where I am
But for how long can I trust these hands?
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
I try to let you out, but then it’s too empty.
I want to put you back, but then you’re not happy.
I want you to have everything you want
But then everyone’s mad at me
I want to defend you
But I’m making no sense
I want to be happy
But that visions changed so much
I want you with me all the time
But it’s never enough
I want to be carefree
But it’s impossible for me to lose touch
I think you should know
To me you mean so much
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC
The only thing that makes me different is the fact I know we're all the same.
we play the same character in this greedy game
we roll the dice and play our life’s, choose whether to do what’s right
even though it’s all the same at the end of every night
our limits our budgets are always tight
some of us rebel some of us fight
and hope that maybe the cards are in our hands tonight
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC