Love
Is
Too
Beautiful
A
Thing
To
Ever
Be
Denied
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 7:23 AM UTC
Nightfall slowly fades away
The sun rise takes its place
Clouds of smoke float
through the air
And the glare from the tv reflects it
in perfect patterns of white and gray
The sight of the light sends shocks
through the unrested body
The mind slowly escapes through a dream
of the sun
written with poetry
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 7:15 PM UTC
There's more to you than meets the eye
Like the chapters
of my life
I can't stop reading you
And I can't wait to see
what happens next
The future always at the front of my mind
But as I look behind me
With the past steadily
trying to catch me
I realize I'll never escape the memories
Like the first part to a trilogy
All that matters is the ending
And my book ends with
you
and
me
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 7:14 PM UTC
Pinks, purples and blues;
A bubblegum daydream;
Warm breeze wrapping around;
A gentle hug for a slow beating heart.
Incandescence a faint memory,
A gentle hum in place.
The smell of freshly new ironed clothes.
The inhale of perfume; enveloping and a long exhale escapes lips.
The sweet sound of birdsong and the calm that nature brings is easily rivalled by you darling,
I am home.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 7:12 PM UTC
Dawn Breaks,
Realisation beckons.
An unhealthy dependence on stability,
In an ever changing world.
Life moves with the linear construct of time,
As only it can.
Love falters when the foundations crack; It cannot protect you.
Passion is unsustainable and will not last,
The reminiscence of hot passion lost will not keep you warm.
You will never reach a constant happiness,
There will always be a balance.
Things that you know will be, won't always be.
Happiness will happen randomly; sadness will happen randomly; hopefulness will happen randomly; hopelessness will happen randomly.
In life we are always lost and when we think we are found;
we start to question who we are; what we are.
Because we will always believe there is better,
Because we are certain of it.
This intangible idea motivates us,
Even though we know we can never be certain of anything.
Are we able to cope with the change and the the uncertainty of it all?
Is the balance worth the constant consciousness?
Yes, because the human experience is precious to us.
Others experiences are precious to us and their experience tangled messily with our own; no certainty of when their part in your narrative will end.
We grip to our seats and live vicariously through their narrative and put ours on hold; or even merge the narrative so much it becomes one.
The pursuit of happiness can be fickle.
But the endeavour is never ending and worth every fibre of our being.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC
An influx of dreams
Relief when I awaken
The almost nightmares
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
Einstein's Relativity tells us that time slows at fast speeds,
So much so that it stops when travelling at the speed of light.
As you look up at the stars tonight think of this:
The photons that travel across the universe to your retina,
Are created in the depths of a star and destroyed within your eye,
In the same instance.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
when the moon is high on the fringe of town,
just beyond city lights and street signs,
the empty glow of neon blinks against a backdrop
of deep blue, (almost black but not quite),
freckled with luminous stars.
it’s the echo of a shepherd barking
in the mountains, chained outside
to a white picket fence, waiting
for an answer that will never come.
it’s the trickle of water in the koi pond
next door, recycled in an artificial route,
spewing bubbles and waiting for evaporation.
it’s the creak of my rocking chair as I fold
my knees to my chest and hug them,
the way I did when I was five, sitting in darkness
because the porch light burned out
and I’m too tired to replace it.
now the dog has stopped barking
and a mosquito buzzes close to my ear,
and in the distance, the absence of crickets
makes silence the loudest sound I've ever heard.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC
When your lungs succumb to the crisp clean air of a winter morning;
Warmth of loved ones in a place of serenity;
Exchanges of laughter;
So loud and so carefree.
When you're out far too late that not even the ghosts are out to whisper;
Walking down a road so vacant and never ending that you question whether this world is your own.
Appreciating the universe for not asking you for anything and just living for the hell of it.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
I told you to leave
I miss you so very much
What cruel irony
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC