familiar faces tend to be
the ones we fear the most.
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC
there seems to be
a recurring theme in my life
i never appreciate anything
until its gone
i let
people
love
ambitions
slip right through my fingers
then years later
i say to myself
what the ****
why did i let that go
why didn't i realize sooner
when those
people
ambitions
relationships
have already flown far down the stream
into vast oceans
after i let them go
if you think about it
it would be quite silly for someone
who's already covered a great distance on their own
to swim back to save me
i know i don't deserve it
but just know
i appreciate every one of you
that i've lost touch with
for you've taught me
to appreciate
to love
to cherish
every beautiful thing
that enters my life
i know i'll submerge
into these ocean waters eventually
when my legs give out
but as i descend
into the water
ill be thinking of
all of the love
each and every one of you has
given me
all of the concerts
each and every one of you
has played for me
all of the songs
each and every one of you
has shown to me
and
this realization
you've helped me come to
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 9:04 PM UTC
A good story
May very well be
A plot that concludes
However
I've always thought
The most intriguing
Are the ones
Left unanswered
There is a story
That lies in a notebook
On my shelf
Collecting dust
It's only one paragraph long
An undeveloped idea
But an idea nonetheless
It was co-written
By an undiscovered writer
And my ill-equipped self
We wrote an intriguing paragraph
Until
I was hit with writers block
I moved on
Carelessly
To other works
Long novels
Short stories
But still
Nothing more intriguing
Than our one
Brief
Idea
Most days I regret giving up
When I left behind this unfinished thought
And I still wonder
What the story could have been
If it ever continued
From paragraph one
Who knows
Maybe
It’d be a new story all together
All I know
Is that I will most likely never have an answer
But if that paragraph has taught me one thing
It is to develop ideas
Craft paragraphs
And finish stories
Before you put them on the shelf
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 4:29 PM UTC
You couldn’t see hope in your lines
Pages would live a hidden life
But those are the distant fields that grow
Strawberries sweeter than I’ve known
How will we choose to live our lives?
I’ll keep up hope, you’ll open up your eyes
Beached beauty waiting for the tide
To bring her to the water where she’ll thrive
But now that she’s swimming, something’s gone
The fruit could only stay sweet for so long
A familiar gaze thats no longer defined
I see it when you open up your eyes
I’ll leave you now but ill be back in time
I’ll keep up hope cause I know you’re in the lines
You’re not near but you’re not far
I see you in the fields where you still grow
Where you still know who you are
Trapped in orbit, I’m left to decode
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 12:49 PM UTC