An old song.
An old note.
An old friend.
A quick glance.
A small glimpse.
A fond memory.
It's in the lyric.
It's in the lettering.
It's in a mirror.
Remind me who I was.
Remind me who I am.
Remind me of who I want to be.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 3:32 AM UTC
Breathe into me your stories.
Let your words wash over me:
Cooling my skin like the touch of the tide.
Let me float on your happiness and get dragged out to sea in the undertow of your grief.
You may not want to weigh me down, but I always resurface.
It's the pull of the tide which gives me life.
It's the push of the waves that brings me back to you better than I was before.
I lay by the ocean.
I live as you breathe.
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 6:38 AM UTC
There you sit all glowing,
Eyes lit with delight and the moon,
Singing with full emotion
swaying as you make the girls swoon.
But it's not them you're after,
you hardly notice their presence,
It's the guitar in your hand and the music you love;
It's the feeling, the sound, and the essence.
There's beauty in every note.
This makes you a true musician
Not another talented yet plain young man.
But a man honestly worthy to mention.
You close your eyes for sadness.
You smile for twisted humor.
And you drum your fingers to the rhythm you strum
On the guitar in your hand.
What makes you unique is the love and the grief
From the guitar in your hand.
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 6:26 AM UTC
I've never felt more at home
Than when I'm not here in our house.
A big home with so many full rooms. Surrounded by useless things is all I've ever not wanted.
Give me a tiny home, a large yard, and love.
But don't trap me in your dreams and expect my happiness.
I am a real person.
I'm in a waking body with dreams of my own.
I'm drowning in this open space.
And you'd suffocate in mine.
Is there a compromise?
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 6:20 AM UTC
I once met a man who must have been a time traveler.
He could get so much done in one day.
He'd wake up early and go to bed by 10.
And I knew I wanted to be just like him.
The harder I tried,
The less I got done.
I was stressed, and unhappy, and blue.
Why was I so different?
I can't wake up early.
And I can't get to sleep before 2!
What amazed me most was that he wasn't rushed.
Time seemed to slow around him.
When I start a job the hours **** by
And I can never seem to keep up with them.
I think some people are just born to fit in
to our 24 hrs a day.
For me I am sure I need 20 more
and I have to accept I'm that way.
But every day I still try to slow down.
Take a breath.
Eat a snack.
And press on.
For although I take longer
Than my time traveling father
I still get a couple things done.
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 2:21 PM UTC
As I rushed
And for just a moment
I winced at the rain.
I drew in a deep breath
Grabbed my umbrella
and ran.
But when I slowed down
And thought to put my umbrella away
I smiled at the thought
Of the rain touching my face.
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 1:50 PM UTC
Instant attraction.
I swear it was a past life moment.
This one hasn't been working.
I'm forever chasing you.
But you have no memory of before.
Of that other life.
Neither do I, I guess.
But my soul is on fire for you.
Fire.
I don't know when it was.
Or what we did.
I don't even know you today.
But I love you.
And I miss you.
Forever.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 6:19 AM UTC
There is ONE.
A girl cries herself to sleep after her boyfriend of 3 months tries to get up her skirt and then tells her she's not pretty when she denies him.
There are TWO.
A boy cuts his wrists after his girlfriend of 8 months leaves him because he won't sleep with her. He's 13. She's 12.
There are THREE.
A young woman kills herself after people tell her that her **** was her fault because she was impaired. It was just a fun night out with the girls to celebrate getting their Masters Degrees.
There are FOUR.
A young college male drowns himself in pills after being beaten and sodomized by straight males on his daily walk home from work because, "that's all **** are good for and we know you like it."
There are THOUSANDS MORE
A child that stops speaking because a family friend starts touching inappropriately and taking pictures.
Adults that carry weapons they aren't trained to use because others catcall them or follow them home.
A woman that takes a boxing class, not because she loves to box, but because her ex boyfriend beat her so bad she nearly died.
The mother that can't let her kids outside because strangers are no joke.
The middle school girl that snuck out of the house in a mini-skirt that never made it home.
"Every 109 seconds, an American is sexually assaulted.
And every 8 minutes, that victim is a child. Meanwhile, only 6 out of every 1,000 perpetrators will end up in prison." RAINN
Check out https://www.rainn.org/statistics
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 5:27 PM UTC
Very
Inconsolable
Continuously
Trying to
Incinerate
Myself
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 4:58 PM UTC