We all do a great disservice to ourselves and others by not sharing things. I hope you share something great today (not just on Facebook). Like a poem, or a picture, a thought or maybe a song you like....something peaceful that isn't Donald Trump.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 1:11 PM UTC
to only see how beautiful something is
once it's fleeting
to only give it the value it deserves
now that you have to let it go
the human experience is truly something
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 8:56 AM UTC
The river fought fiercely,
everyday,
moving east toward my loved ones.
The air in June was sweet, but buggy
---a good reason to not stay out too late.
Their souls weren't too deep, just content.
It was the perfect place for an underdog to go
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 12:16 AM UTC
I'm squinting into the light
I'm ripping the roots out of the ground
I'm ripping perfectly good roots out of the ground
I'm letting myself float away
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 1:02 PM UTC
You should know that
if you were to call on me,
I wouldn't flinch
Darling, I would be there
in an instant but
I hide this from you
I need to make my bones right now
and cities are much more beautiful
from far away, anyway
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 12:58 PM UTC
I don't have to come back to this place
like you do
I don't have to cut through the streets
where I knew you
I don't have to have a lick of drink
at the bars we crawled
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
*If timing were as sweet,
as love is irrational*
It was the strongest, most painful thing I'd ever written.
So I crumpled it up in a ball and asked God to get it to
you for me
Because Lord knows
Lord, no,
I don't have that kind of strength
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC
I didn't want your thumb to get
caught in between the pages of a really
good book and I didn't want you
to have to rebuild town
but now you're a long drive home
and it's the reason my hair is a mess
and my gut sometimes wrenches
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 12:39 AM UTC
I never hid behind my mothers dress
I had shy, wide-eyed, crooked eyes,
was surprisingly quick with two left feet.
I liked the summer for the sweet grass
and mud pies and the boys
were my favorite to kiss but the girls
were so soft
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC