train lights diffuse their somber luminescence over a person equally, so as to dismiss the illusion that whichever feature is displayed so prominently should become the fixture of one's spirit. your eyes will wander over their eyes, their cheek bones, the curve of their lips. your questions will entail,"where are you going," which lends to,"what must you be leaving?" in place of compliments or condescensions. under train lights, you will remember the person, as opposed to a set of eyes, a grimace, a grin, or the rise and fall of a single face.
wrote this on a train ride home.... Idk the lights aren't bright.
Representative of the Ocean;
The under side of galaxies -
depths that man will never come to know,
But will foolishly never cease to search to for.
The tips of waves
Caressing the shore line to meet man once again,
Though it draws its feeble hand back often.
The color blue is
The moment after grieving,
The emptying of great seas.
idk what this is
They had looked at each other
Straight through the eyes
Down to the soul
And did not recite,
but instead proclaim
"I will love you
Through unlucky love,
That travels across
Oceans, cities, and time
Because at the end of every night
I will sleep
Knowing we share the same skies,
The same stars that grant us the same wishes,
The same God.
And though He is a good deity,
If even God gave us an ultimatum,
We would be denied Heaven together.
(Though when we are together,
Nothing would seem more divine.)
And that is why
We come together
On this fine February evening.”
This is old I don't know how I haven't posted this. I actually like this maybe!!'also the lines are very messy because my
Phone is being really weird right now sorry
It was when the
on their ember infused journey,
painting a somber September sky
with something more brilliant than the stars.
they carried notes of nostalgia,
told stories with glory and grace,
and signed off with love and remembrance.
Their grievance soon became
a celebration of light,
The concrete palace
burst into tiny flames,
tips reaching for the heavens
and they knew your soul lingered here
And when they spoke,
one by one
with trembling voices
and choking back tears
their words shook the heavens,
invoked despairing cries
but also brought forth
knowing all too well
that one day we would be all right.
That was when
I realized life was indeed
We were laying over a wooden bed
floating idly above a black abyss,
sitting below nature's night chandelier
whispering among ourselves,
listening not only
to how each other's lives had been,
but also to the evening clamor
and the hearty cheers
of wine glasses and serenades.
As most things,
I only noticed
After the effect:
A string of stardust,
shooting across our atmosphere,
leaving streaks of champagne light
then disappearing into the next world.
Tradition struck me,
and with all my soul
I desperately wished
For something better.
and I had received.
i saw a shooting star in florida.
A Soft touch,
Thoughts of grace
The whispering rustle
of aging trees
and the autumn breeze caressing
Flashing wide tooth grins,
Hushed "I love you,"'s
And "Life is great"
In between low chuckles
Waiting for tomorrow's glory.
when paper meets pen
the mind breaks
my whole body shakes,
working through calloused hands.
glimpses of the sullen, charcoal sky,
peering through tousled drapes.
spirits are drained
and not a bird
dares to sing
one wistful melody.
I do admire
How our seasons change
Becomes summer's sonnet.
And their uncomplicated dwellers
Existing in solid metronome.
Years skip over
And it's always the same story.
How do you keep your composure so well?
He painted still life on repeat.
Are better admired from a distance.
Her tattered quill
Has been crafting chronicles
Most with mixed morals
And chapters of relentless passion
Shared by the wicked,
And the virtuous.
Divulging into each finely chiseled character
Their legends, their struggles
Bid to cease only when
Clocks move in reverse
(History may not repeat itself here)
Here we believe
We posses the entirety of the universe.
(Infinity stops at the border
Of silver sheens
And construction beams)
Within our pool
Of blood and glory
The myths are no longer only
In this city,
They are alive.
Idk I am very thankful to live where I do now but I find the people to be rather bland and some are downright distasteful so hopefully from the opportunities I'm given here I can move to a town I feel more ***** in :)