If I just write these things down
Words become our memories
And eventually
become the very dreams
that keep me awake
Irony or fitting?
To have something compel you
to try and
fail
To describe what you are
And what you mean
To someone that regularly
That leaves me speechless
In her simplicity
And grace
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 9:42 PM UTC
I'd say anything
Just to get a reply back
Her attention
A smile
and a laugh
maybe a kiss someday if I was so lucky
A fleeting high
Whatever it takes
From someone that's changed everything
So simply that it haunts my core
Oct 24, 2020
Oct 24, 2020 at 11:12 PM UTC
I am terrified that
She will eventually see myself
as I see myself
When she looks in my eyes
and sees nothing but
The shell of a dreamer
angry and tired
And yet she remains
Unexpectedly
Sharing these few moments
It finally makes sense
The present
Her presence
Is nothing short of my idea is perfect
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 3:55 PM UTC
It hasn't been that long honestly
I realized
It really has been that simple
Where I was
Who I was with
No matter the circumstance
It always came back to you
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 10:21 PM UTC
I encountered the simplest of experiences
of a saint and sinner, a muse and its pen
perfectly existing for only about a minute
and then vanished.
All while she simply existed
Unassumingly giggling through small talk
And the reason why I scrambled to write on a crumpled napkin is
to tell you that for that minute or so
I was dumbfounded
by a moment of grace
or was it madness
that has not stirred within me for years
Wonderful
How fortunate you came along
for something I yearned but could never find
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 3:33 PM UTC
Come witness now
A forgotten heart on display
I can feel it now
Everything I wanted, I am reminded
She is.
I will wait until
I can feel it now, a lasting smile
She brought to a soul
That never thought he'd be here long enough
Or be enough
And that is enough
How simple.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 10:31 PM UTC
A quiet night's breeze reminds me
Meditating, I fail to ever stay still
However, this time is different
Finally
Hushed nothings drone my doubts
applauding my failed efforts
Mind distant, scattered
She lingered right next to me
Perfect
Dawn is still hours away
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 11:47 PM UTC
A faint glimmer
Raged against her created darkness
Years in the making
She persisted
and won
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 12:41 AM UTC
I am no poet
but a hypocrite who marvels how you
Stir a soul as effortlessly as your gaze to mine
An unknowing muse
Dried ink could never match your quiet grace
A living poem
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 9:29 AM UTC
This time is different
Did what I could but fell so short
So what's left?
My tired glass; apathetic walls
My tired arms; a muddied breath
A tired soul
My reflection its regret
But with this same glass
A tired soul can sleep
An exhale to it all
If only this poem brought the same solace
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 11:54 PM UTC