I’m laughing with you.
We sit at my piano
Video media records,
and I have the pleasure of watching us toss our heads back
Breaking neck smiles.
Play back our giggles
Mismatched notes
We don’t search our own accord,
Clash of chords
corded around each key.
Sitting on that bench is wearing socks of different pairs.
I am a fuzzy mid-calf, and you are an argyle knee high.
Socked in laughter.
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 4:29 PM UTC
I am humbled by the rain
The way it mingles and manages
With every tree
And pocket between leaves.
I am honored
To be collected and covered
With each available drop
As I make my way outside.
I am humbled.
I am honored.
I am wet.
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 9:10 PM UTC
she
he
you
me
they
them
who am i?
Questions
I
Ask
Myself
When
I’m
Unsure
Who I am.
Binary
Binds
Me.
I
Am
Bound
To
be
Girl.
I am not.
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 11:44 PM UTC
You came to me in what I thought was a dream,
but it was actually the mundane,
and the secrets my conscious brain,
was keeping from me.
You were a part of reality all along,
it's just taken me a bit to realize it.
Sunlight can be blinding,
and raindrops are more obvious.
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 5:04 PM UTC
I think harmony is one of those things,
that can only be determined from an internal blueprint.
Concepts emerge,
and this reasoning is extracted,
from beautiful objects and ideas.
Simply,
an idea formed,
and framed
by a
grouping of
other ideas.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC
I love the way rain looks when it melts the pavement into glass.
All the trees and lights cast back the tangled road.
Looking out the window during a storm
and bringing your eyes from the street
to the window,
all the water droplets move along to their own rhythm like land ***** ending up a puddle in a stage of full maturity.
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
Plant me and forget about me,
for I am an annual.
I will show up when you haven’t thought about me for a while.
You might remember what color I am,
or you might be surprised that
I’m in fact purple.
You’ll have to get back into the routine of tending to me.
And we’ll have to develop our relationship all over.
I’m merely a fling,
which you’ll go back to every single summer.
I lose my petals after October
and you simply can’t handle that.
You’ll find comfort inside
caring for an exotic cactus you bought in the Home Depot garden section.
Seeing you every day for four months is truly worth it
though.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
Dandelions are the most independent flower.
They grow where they want.
No one plants them.
They’re free.
They’re infinite.
I felt infinite picking them in the apple orchard with you.
We were free.
We were infinite.
I couldn't handle my smile watching you,
Rip them out of the earth by the handfuls.
Your face was covered in sunshine and pollen.
It might have been the pollen that resembled sunlight.
Regardless,
You emitted the sun in a way I've never seen before.
I refuse to accept that dandelions are weeds,
Because I want to be a dandelion with you.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
My heart weeps at the thought of sunshine.
While April creeps around,
my soul begins to thaw,
for rays of light cause the frozen to abate.
This winter I thought you were my only sunshine,
But it turns out,
You weren't.
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC
Understand me.
Understand me.
Understand me.
Understand.
I’m standing in front of you.
Understand me.
I stood before you,
And you never understood.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC