have you ever felt the air move
in a way
that touched your soul?
a small movement
outside of your window,
a sound dancing in the breeze
the rustle of the leaves in the trees
as you breathe in
it fills up your lungs
with memories
and melancholy
a yearn, an ache
for a life once lived
a past,
so special
and powerful
that the scent
the feeling
the sense of home
reverberates through your entire being
we search our whole lives
for meaning,
for the meaning
why are we here,
what are we meant for
did we ever think it was to be content?
to be happy...
in the body,
in the mind,
in the life,
in the person
that we are.
to be ourselves,
to the core
have you ever heard
a song,
or a phrase
that touched you
to the core?
that made you scared
that you are living
the wrong life.
because the words,
the melody,
the place it brought you to
felt so genuinely you
felt so perfect
felt so content
felt so happy
felt like a place you once were,
or have always wanted to be.
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 10:45 PM UTC
why do I stay up so late
where the monsters
of what could have
and what should have
linger
why do I stay up so late
crying over spilt milk
and conversations
buried in the past
why do I stay up so late
when I know
that you reside
in those early, wine-soaked
morning hours
why do I stay up so late
and fret
about the future,
while I’m in the present
why do I stay up so late
when,
just like cinderella,
the strike of midnight
should be my cue
to cut off all emotions
and enjoy a pumpkin ride back home
why do I stay up so late
when I know
that I miss you
and it hurts the most
when I’m alone at 2am
why do I stay up so late
when breakfast is just around the corner,
and decisions made at 7am
are much more manageable
to obtain
why do I stay up so late
when I know better
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 6:35 PM UTC
I was looking up at the night sky
and I saw your face dotted in the stars,
you winked at me then went away
and while I was walking the dog
I felt your arms around me
as the wind brushed against my skin
you were there
while I was driving the car
and that song came on,
you know the one I'm talking about
and when the sun broke through the clouds,
glistening and glowing
on the rain kissed tarmac
I could feel your smile
not a day goes by
where I feel alone
because I know you're always there
in the sky, in the wind, in the rain,
in my heart.
you may be gone, but your spirit lives on
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 12:37 AM UTC
when you miss someone
you start to miss those things
that you never noticed before
like the subtle way
they put their hand on your leg
while you're driving
or falling asleep
on their lap
while watching a movie
when you miss someone
you miss everything about them
you miss hearing
about their hopes and dreams,
finding out what makes them tick
and quiet nights
with barely any words at all
when you miss someone
you miss their scent,
their crooked smile
and their wayward hair
when you miss someone
life seems unfair
but when you miss someone
you know that moment
you see them next
will be the sweetest of all
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 12:35 AM UTC
maybe if I put my ear to a shell
I can hear the ocean calling my name,
calling me home
sometimes I imagine I hear
the waves hitting the shore
outside of my bedroom window
and I dream
of the next time we're together
the sand is warm
and I bury my feet in it.
I close my eyes
and turn my face to the sun.
I breathe in the salty ocean air,
I am content.
and I dream
of two kindred spirits
reuniting again
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 9:30 PM UTC
you crashed into me
like the waves hitting the shoreline,
strong and sure
once you became a part of my life,
it was as though I had never not known you
your smile,
your laugh,
your eyes
and your words,
they are captivating
and exciting
and so special to me
i wish that you were here beside me,
because there's so much that i want to tell you,
so much that you need to hear
you scare me,
you electrify me,
you own every thought running through my mind
and like an addict
i don't want to stop
thinking about you
or feeling this way
and like an addict
i'm denying everything
but i know
--
i want to be the ocean to your shoreline,
gently kissing you to sleep,
tumbling head over heels into you
and waking up beside you
for the rest of my life
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
sometimes i feel hollow
like i don't have
bones
or blood
or organs
or anything inside
all that i am is a hollow human being
where dread and panic and anxiety
can easily ricochet around,
making me ache from the inside out
it starts with a pang,
where my heart is supposed to be.
and then spreads like wildfire
across my skin,
through my chest,
along my arms
and down my legs.
into the tips of my fingers and toes,
burning my ears
and catching in my throat.
and all that's inside of me is this hurt.
sometimes i feel hollow,
like a lonely, old oak tree
that's been zapped by lightning
one too many times.
he still stands, strong and proud
but electricity tingles
and makes him feel vulnerable
every now and then.
sometimes i feel hollow
and broken up inside
sometimes i feel hollow
like i can hear an echo when i talk,
my words just bounce around
with no purpose or drive
sometimes i feel hollow
like a needle could make me burst
sometimes i feel hollow
like all i am is an empty shell
sometimes i feel hollow
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 9:36 AM UTC
I think the thing that fascinates people the most about shooting stars is how fleeting they are. They are here one second and gone the next. They are relatable. Life is here one second and can be taken the next. Memories and moments are here one second and then gone the next. Shooting stars are rare and uncertain. They are beautiful and unique. They are a glimpse into something terrifyingly unknown. They are home to our wishes and dreams. They are far away and distant, surreal entities falling through the night sky. They are adrenaline rushing through serenity. They make us ask questions. They make us calm. They give us hope. But most importantly they bring a smile to our face, maybe when we need it the most. So make a wish.
when does familiar
become boring and mundane?
when does home
become a place we once knew?
when does life
move on?
where do we go from here?
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 9:14 AM UTC
it was the kind of heat
that slicks your skin
and dampens your clothing,
matting it to your body
but i kept on walking
each step was another day closer
15
14
13
12
the edge was getting closer
11
10
unbearably hot
but somehow comforting,
like a blanket
it engulfed me
and it started to feel okay
to be exposed
9
8
7
i could hear the waves
getting louder
as they crashed onto the rocks
spewing foam up the sides of the cliff
6
5
4
the baby carriage was getting harder to push,
as i had loaded it with more
at each step
3
2
my mothers tears,
some naivety,
thoughts of looking back,
fear,
anxiety,
questions
1
things that i didn't need anymore
swelled in the buggy
and the day was here
to let them go
the drop was steep
and unrelenting
0
with a swift push,
i covered my eyes
and listened to it fall
as i rose
into the sky
higher
and higher
and higher
goodbye
to everything holding me back
my destination,
new and uncharted,
was all that was on my mind
and as i looked out
over the Pacific Ocean
the fear of saying goodbye
became nothing
but a shipwreck in my past,
a reminder that
it is so much easier to say hello
and welcome each new experience
with reckless abandon
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 9:05 AM UTC
and sometimes i need to tell myself
to stop being so literal
if i can learn
to write words,
like Picasso
created art
beautiful and abstract
then they will become mine
and theirs
a story
deciphered in a million different ways
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 9:01 AM UTC