you told me
as i laid in bed,
of our soon to be:
of the garden we
shall call our own,
the morning walks to
bring us home,
and the days where movie midnights
cause laughter to fill the rooms
would make us whole.
this was what any soul yearned for,
this was what was suppose to be..
yet i am shaking with fear,
weak on my knees.
i was not scared of my future,
until you stapled yourself into
my soon to be.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
it's stuffy in here,
with all these tainted promises
and memories that have been stained.
for a while, i wanted to keep it this way,
but now, looking in this room of mine,
i realize i would much rather have
the fresh air fill my cluttered chest
and to breath in the moments to come.
so, open all the windows in this room of mine;
yes, this will do nicely.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
As poets
we listen for the songs
of the singing trees,
There is no road map as to where to go,
Our GPS, it doesn't know,
Goggle maps hasn't gotten there yet,
The internet will tell you what it knows -
Some rehab
some restaurant
some business selling shoes.
It's not on Facebook,
My phone may be smart
but it doesn't know a thing
about the songs of the singing trees.
My Twitter account was attacked by a cat,
I swear I tried to rescue it,
But it tweeted away
as it got jumped over the fence.
The t.v. drones on and on,
HD pictures explode.
Our eyes, tho, are far away from all this,
Our voices, they long to harmonize
with the songs of the eons,
The songs of the singing trees.
You and me and Thoreau
sitting by the pond, the river, the ocean,
All day long
in this solitude we know,
Watching the light dissolve,
The moon, it rises too,
While we
together
me and you,
Thoreau too,
Listening so carefully
for the lilting epics
of
the songs of the singing trees.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 3:36 PM UTC
D- do not forget; i will always
R - remember when you layed me down to sleep
E- every time the dark hours came, and you promised me
M - moments of joy to come during the night.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
why is it that no matter who
my heart comes to love,
i can only think of you when my pen
hits the page?
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
the young girl,
who's tears stained her cheeks
every night for half a decade,
and is haunted by ghosts of false-hope
and another person's greed,
is turning seventeen.
she has grown,
so much that the scars have begun to fade,
and looking around, she realized life
is bad, but she can make it worth
living.
so, instead of letting the hauntings
take her under at night,
at seventeen she got a camera,
and decided that
i will keep moments that make me realize
**life doesnt ****
and take them to my grave
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
truly, all i want is to sit down under the dark sky and replay
every word,
every touch,
every moment
you and i ever shared
over and over again
until dusk cuts the silence.
then maybe, i may be able
to gather myself
as the light kisses my face
and i shall finally walk away from
the idea of you
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
i forgot what it felt like
for you to lean over me,
covering my frail body from
the cold world.
i can't explain this,
because for every moment i
hate your presence,
there is another to
counter how i miss your smile.
we are not,
yet we used to be,
and i have fallen
in love with the sinful
glances we steal at each other,
the unspoken language we recite
with our bodies' every time you and
i are near.
the adultery of the century,
that will never be clear.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC
you cant even smile at me without pain in your eyes
and i am the only one to blame.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
do you remember the time
you said,
"darling, come with me"
and the world melted away.
when your hand met my own
the sky became streaked
with a aurora of
lilac petals and violet rivers.
how did i ever believe the
sky was beautiful before i
looked at it through this
kaleidoscope formed by
your fingers around mine?
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC