Take my hand and let me take you back to a time when
Time did not matter, when one second was replaceable with the next-
Easter Sunday, making mud pies in our little Purple dresses,
back to making junk into something fictional
And believing in everything make believe.
We climbed castles, discovered bigfoot, found our prince
All in a matter of seconds- and we never ran out of time.
Time- a matter of perception
Quick sand, sleep, death.
There are many things to slow down this barrier to living,
But nothing to make it go, to make it tangible.
If we were to place time on a scale it would measure into
A timeline of dinosaurs and hieroglyphics, of disasters and
The great discoveries of the ocean's depths- however, I am
Speaking of time as an emotional blip.
To measure time as we do our emotions takes away from
Our perception of that blip- of irretrievable time unaccounted for.
We must make time our foundation to understand it will always be there.
It is what you make of that time, how you allow that
Blip to affect you, that makes moments into concrete memories
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 7:19 PM UTC
Time freezes as I lie there running my fingers
Over your chest, playing connect the dots
With your freckles. I became accustomed
To your breathing, hoping your soul
Would give me a message via lapses in breath-
You are a beautiful canvas (I think while
Looking at your face), constructed of
Beautiful extensive eyes that make me feel warm while
They scan my profile.
hair that resembles a mountain
Top, and hands that are made for holding.
I know not the reason for your presence in
My life but if you are meant to go- so be it.
I will throw my paintbrush into the sky
And wish on the stars that the gods drop it
Into the hands of someone worth loving
You.
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC
We are all used books-
A little warn- our pages
Sometimes torn, or frayed
Around the edges. Coffee stains,
Lipstick stains, and other various
markings covering words the new
Keepers of these books will never
Get to read. Annotations fill the sides,
Streaky highlighter runs over
Quotes that resonated with the reader
Who came before the last. Tabs and
Folded corners call attention to
Metaphors, riddles- everything
That needs analyzation and
Clarification.
We are passed down and handed out
Until we find a home at last- Someone who
still wants to read, what has
Already been read, many times before.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 4:50 PM UTC
I find myself changing as nature does- recklessly and suddenly without notice, and nature is what I come back to in order to heal.
Fires are often looked at as destructive forces,
And they surely can be, but they can also
Rejuvenate. Contrary to popular belief, fires most
Often leave a beautiful aftermath. Some examples
Being that certain plant seeds only germinate after
A fire, new growth is accessible to animals for food,
minerals are returned to the soil, and
Although many animals are stripped of their
Homes- this vacancy creates suitable areas for
New species to settle. Similar to how a fire
Cleanses the land it nearly destroys, a traumatic life
Experience allows an individual to undergo a necessary
Amount of growth and change. Whether what we take
From a situation leaves us aching or allows us to reflect,
We will always unknowingly benefit from the pain. I do
My best to keep this at the forefront of my memory when
Reminded of the baggage I carry. My healing will continue. and I will make a promise to myself that for every new fire that disseminates through/over my life, I will make amends with it
And allow for it to change me in the best way possible.
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 7:55 AM UTC
Lonely nights followed by even lonelier nights after seeing you for the first time in years-
I thought I finally knew what I wanted, and by similar ****** expressions, I thought you did too
But small talk turned to lectures and I found in you the person I used to love so dearly,
I found that the second half of my soul did not change too much- just hid in disguise while trying
To figure out himself
You said you were doing just fine, but by the way your eyes disengaged from mine and the exhaustion in your voice I knew better than to believe you. I always liked to think I knew you best. Those other empty basket cases you filled your life with were obvious fillers for the hollowed out space between your bones.
You knew what you deserved, but never had the courage to dive into deep waters- always scared of the creatures that could be hiding in the depths of your deepest rest.
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 7:53 AM UTC
Before time could tell I was throwing coins into fountains, blowing the petals
Off of dandelions, and hopelessly ripping the petals off of the flowers I made
My bed in. I continuously gave my worries to the wind, quite literally, and made
Peace with nature so that she in return would offer me the gift of friendship,
Oh how important it is to become one with the ground you walk on and
Realize I am neither above nor below it- equal to all being and creatures.
Knowing my steps impact the ground much more than my wishful thinking
Of nature ever will.
The magic of nature is simply that.
The wind carrying the leaves, creating a mosaic-
The puddles of rain water and mud creating illusions of
Sink holes and sand boxes.
Children diving into their hand crafted mud pies.
Creating something out of nothing since the beginning of time, mother nature.
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 7:52 AM UTC
Finding beauty in everything is harder than it looks-
Until you come across a something, or someone so absolutely stunning that
Your eyes are completely readjusted.
Rose colored lenses replace your contacts and now finding beauty comes
As easy as using your green thumb to plant life into every inanimate object.
But like all wishes made, you have to be careful with wording, or something
Awful could happen- or simply realizing all good things must come to an end,
Magic does not last forever. The rabbit in the hat eventually gets sick of coming
Out for pure entertainment, and there seems to be blood pouring from the
Rectangular box the magician cut in half.
Maybe it was the angle at which I was watching,
Or maybe we are comfortable with the idea of having to see to believe-
Faith never worked out for me, generally speaking it is a great concept,
But not something I could firmly grasp.
I could believe in the magic of it all
It was so easily displayed, illusions tossed around
Science, vaguely fabricating facts- using monstrous vocabulary to
Make us believe what we were reading
Maybe that's all love is.
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 7:45 AM UTC
The desires of a man are simple:
*** greed, power,
in that order.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC
wishing to crawl into bed beside you and drown out the worries of the world, that have so carelessly been kept inside of me, with the sound of your heartbeat-
hand to chest i wish to record each beat by inscribing it, like a ECG test- creating something out of the beautiful music your heart plays out.
I wish nothing more than to pull back the surface and discover a world of new, a world of you- like a clock I would observe each gear and learn what makes it twist, spin, and tick.
engraving into you my initials so that girls to come would know who rightfully discovered a different side of yourself.
I would read to you fine words and use your body as a canvas, or even a roadmap, spreading paint and creating strokes that could sell in auction.
I could admire you for ages, I say
and without hesitation or a need for affirmation, you wince and explain, “you have created apart of me not many would understand, but many could admire. Your art is not a sight for your eyes only.”
and just like that, you’re sold.
your body a guide and eyesight for the people of the world to ponder and examine- Picking apart your flaws as i never did. But, I cannot deny their habitual need to window shop.
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 12:57 AM UTC
for the first time in a long time I have been enlightened on what I have been so wrongly blinded by -you-
and I do not want anyone if they do not resemble you in the slightest-
I don’t want an artificial, superficial, body plastered by cliché attributes and predictable habits
I want effortless sways and maybes and every if in the world if that is all you had to offer me
If it is not you today, maybe a year
time is but a theory when you are the passing thought.
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 12:46 AM UTC