what i would like to know
is that when were on our knees
begging to be taken
begging to be gone
begging to vanish
it doesnt happen
but when you're happy
you're not wanting to be taken
you're not wanting to be gone
and you're not wanting to vanish
thats when life grabs you by the ear
and drags you out of the world itself.
please explain to me,
why when we want to leave, we stay.
but when we want to stay, we leave.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 11:47 PM UTC
I have my fathers humor
and my mothers precision
you cant forget the grey eyes
that my father handed down
as well as the kindness
my mother gifted me
The strength of my father
the heart of my mother
stubbornness consumes my dad and I
but my mother bathed me in her selflessness
the only thing they have in common
is that they are
still together
on me
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 8:20 PM UTC
there is a lot of things
we don’t know,
but sometimes
its best not to.
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 2:10 PM UTC
i am like a cactus
hard
needle like
and difficult to touch
on the outside
but once you cut me open
i ooze
like a dam exploding from the river top
the emotions
im soft
gooey
and i hold life
but once you cut me open
you cant put me back
i will eventually wither away
and im okay with that
but like i said
i am difficult to touch
but once you break me open
i hold life
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 12:37 AM UTC
My eyes sting
I cant cry
but I'm on the verge of it
is that possible?
being so utterly sad
that you want to cry
but you're to broken
to be on the verge of it?
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 12:28 AM UTC
every mountain
can be climbed
every challenge
can be conquered
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 12:15 AM UTC
You don't have to be good
at something for it to be
good for you
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
Is love like a fire? Burning away the unwanted involvements and reminiscences just by that one person. Does love feel like a sweltering desire? Or maybe an eruption in your gut that has the baby hairs on your thighs stand?
How might love be clarified without making it too impenetrable for longing humanity? I believe that love feels tremendous and to have a complete heart, you need someone to make it grander, brighter, and swell.
When I study love from afar, I suspect that it is as flimsy as a snow-flake. It becomes perfect in the winter, but momentarily, summer spreads and the snow-flakes dissolve into water that rapidly washes away down a canal. But if wintertime remained endlessly, the snow-flakes will be impeccable.
Maybe love is flawless and the love we see isn’t how it’s supposed to be perceived. Perhaps we have it all wrong. I predict that there is love in everyone’s body; they are just waiting for someone to give it to.
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
I never believed I would value storms so much in my time of living. The sound it makes, the beating of the outspoken clouds screaming at each other. The sudden cackle of a pound of lighting. It was always a wonderful thing.
I knew the clouds communicated to each other, mimicked there cries of bliss as the gust of shivering spray fell down in a sudden movement that was too extreme to express. Every movement seemed to follow in other bleached clouds screams.
As the monsters cry and holler in their own despair it is quiet down below where they can’t visualize beneath them. It grows silent on solid ground; nothing dares to speak over the clouds fearing of another loud clash. No bird taunts to sing a song, no cat challenges to whine, only the blossoms and meadow swayed to the singing cries of the clouds.
And then time discontinues for an instant, as the mighty beasts of the sky say their sendoffs and let the sun ooze in and graze the land beneath happily.
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC