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Jun 2018 · 310
The Eyes of Today
Colm Jun 2018
When I wake tomorrow, there will be no waiver. No wall or water to crest over me. When my kneck pulls my head from the pillow of bed, I will stare into the eyes of a newborn day, and challenge it with anew consistency.

Nothing...today...will stop me.
Its time.
Jun 2018 · 454
When In Love
Colm Jun 2018
BE, like a quiet wind through the cattails. BREATHE, like a cloud in the minds sky.

SOUND, like a hallway in the grandest library. And TRUST, like parachute lines.

HEAR, like the rustling deer in the bitterroots. HUM, like it's noone you'll find.

SLEEP, like the deep pooling waters of green. And SIGH, as if he were only there in mind.
Or she. If you're like me.
Jun 2018 · 398
A Bridge Over Wonder
Colm Jun 2018
How can you mend a bridge that's never been crossed,
In the daylight under the sun?

How can you climb beneath the turquoise sea,
And swim to the base of a mountain undone?

How can you find a way to the clearing's edge,
Where the waterless streams beneath willows weep?

And how much of you and I can be found,
Together, if to our opposite sides we keep?
Whats out of reach will always be until you shift your feet.
May 2018 · 1.8k
His Hollow Chest
Colm May 2018
The hollow sound of heavy rain
As it beats upon an empty chest
No leaves to tear or lives to end
There is only rain
And storms unrest
Sometimes you have to feel empty in order to remenber what make you fulfilled.

I'm just selfish.
May 2018 · 450
Timing
Colm May 2018
Your time
My time
Never Ours
But I have to believe above all else
In God and his timing
Which does not faulter
Which knows no human bounds
In this I trust
And nothing else
That moment when you realize your role. How it hasn't changed as you would've hoped. His plans are not your own... But they could be better. If you're brave enough to just let go. To be blind and yet follow as you so often claim to be.

Silly self.

Sad thing is...

I thought I had...
May 2018 · 380
Questions Midst Letters
Colm May 2018
Ask me not
The question I most want to ask
The letter never sent which flies
And falls apart between the lines
You think I'm scared of you?
No, not scared...
I'm terrified
Questions Midst Letters
May 2018 · 395
With Starlight In Her Eyes
Colm May 2018
When the skies turned cold, I never knew
I only could hope to find and see...

But now the truth before me sits
Like an open sky,
Staring up at me.

And behind your eyes
Is the starlight I've longed to see

Till the dawn blade pierces the night
And the skies renew
Look up at me my most alive

See only me
With such starlight in your eyes
With Starlight In Her Eyes
May 2018 · 258
Friday Nights
Colm May 2018
Drink love with me
In wine with me
Unwind with me
As we dance around my living room
Where the only the only two people who matter
Can see
For those internal.
May 2018 · 438
Like A Part Of Me
Colm May 2018
I miss you,
More than anyting.
More than earth and sky and sea.
I miss you,
And the sight of you, which I've yet to see.
And I wish you were here,
So that I could ask you about you,
And inadvertently learn something new about me.
Misssssss
May 2018 · 273
Everything Bread By The Sea
Colm May 2018
Take me back,
Wash away my worries
And drown me in memories
Of everything bread by the sea.
At the warf in Cape May. Get a loaf of everything bread. And make some memories for me. (:
May 2018 · 328
A Minds Way
Colm May 2018
A minds way is but a clouded fog...
When you let yourself lose self in full.

When no path is left to be tread at all...
A right way in past is awaiting you.
The idea being, no true answers will come from your mortal mind. But return to what you know to be true and best. And for me that's faith. When things get though.
May 2018 · 418
THE SON
Colm May 2018
Pull the paper from the walls
   The color from the tiles beneath
Pull my mind from the strangers way
   And title me, not as one thing
But as first and foremost, THE SON of a king
To him all goodness is owed. Amen.
May 2018 · 166
Doom Heart
Colm May 2018
My heart has been heavy
And very much aware
Of the smallest value which it brings to the world
And...
No companionship or creativity
Accomplishment or distractions
Can distract me from this
The inevitability of mortality
RIP one day. Free to be.
May 2018 · 230
Under Thinking
Colm May 2018
Time to be,
Not even yourself.
In the memories of another.
Doing so helps.
How to stop it. Sometimes.
May 2018 · 463
With A Rain And A Smile
Colm May 2018
When the sky opens up
And waves to us
With a rain pouring down
In a heart felt sound
Be you sure and smile back
Till the sky's collapse
As each rain is a drop
In a wave quick to pass
If you know me... Play some Harry Connick Jr. for me and smile. Even if the WHY seems too great. It isn't. (: (;
May 2018 · 476
True Nature
Colm May 2018
When a young man grows
And thinks not of of himself
He will find instead
Much thought
Of the framework which he can provide
The direction in which he will strive
And of the quality of those to reside alongside
Thoughts and how they grow and change over time. Becoming.
May 2018 · 177
Whatever It Is
Colm May 2018
You invade my dreams
Mix with the past

Sounding like an angel
That's not you

But whatever it is
It's holding fast
Where three different meet and personify as one. What a dream.
May 2018 · 553
Eyes Wide Closed
Colm May 2018
When the eyes see trees and not possibilities.

A future that is not beyond tomorrow.
A person instead of a lover, or another.

When all of these things, in closing eyes see...

Then ones line of sight is oriented properly.
Meaning - Trees are for more than just use. Tomorrow is more than just another day. Your lover is a person, not your past. And to see the truth in these things is to be in THE moment.
May 2018 · 469
The Nature of Wordz
Colm May 2018
We spend our academic lives...

-worshiping ours, or
-regurgitating someone else's

When words are meant to be neither of these.
That... And they do mean more at night.
May 2018 · 4.7k
To Whisper (a tanka)
Colm May 2018
This is the wind born
As it wimpers through the trees
A willful whisper
Midst the meadow mindfulness
Willing it will ever be
To do what? To whisper in your ear of course. (:
May 2018 · 578
INtuitives
Colm May 2018
Please
Don’t ever think that you’re alone
That no one has seen with similar eyes
Or could understand the initial confusion
That is, Inside
But solved in time. As we all are.
May 2018 · 266
Trixy
Colm May 2018
The greatest trick that the devil ever played.

Was not in death or in speech to exist.

But in convincing manking that it was God who'd been made.
Chicken before zee egg lie. How great are we the most boastrous people... Lol
May 2018 · 487
Each End That Was Meant
Colm May 2018
When his shoulders turn and all hope is falling, like an iron on steel, like the rain in May. There will be no tomorrow for the us which was, for the walk which couldn't be kept away.
This is a favorite of mine. Not a hopeless verse about breaking up. But an honest omission about how all things which are meant to end, simply will. It may not be in our time or our way, but we all live and learn for the next day.
May 2018 · 417
To Me
Colm May 2018
Press the sound into your ears
Until the commotion is but a whisper
And then look at me so you might see
Exactly what this song mean
From yesterday... Site maintenance

Cancion Triste
Colm May 2018
Having children of my own, somewhere, someday...
Will be to me, the most phenomenal distraction from self which could ever be...
Because what else will you have to live for (besides faith obviously) when you're 50-60?
May 2018 · 300
Natural, Beautiful
Colm May 2018
Beauty be it in the eye.

The same eye makes me wonder.

Both if and how your hair falls like this ... Most naturally.

And naturally so... If you even try?
*shrug*
May 2018 · 550
Sifting Words
Colm May 2018
Stomach full of stream and sand, sometimes I sift gold.
Passing through to understand,
that fingers never hold.
Nothing that is ever said by man, will last beyond as far as memory can carry.
May 2018 · 612
Consisting Of
Colm May 2018
I Am Comprised
Not of stars
Or of seas
Or of trees
But of leaves
Because I fade
And will Fall
To these
Winter winds
Nothing can define a human such as you. Such as me. Only HE.
May 2018 · 517
Once Shared
Colm May 2018
You lead my ears to water
Thirsty once forever be
For it is May and I intend
To make this music mine to me

Forever yours
So is my artist
To will his will
Will ever be

For this exists
In both our minds
In memories mixed
With solidarity
Someone shared and you discovered. But to what ends? Sometimes we never know the degree to which we impact one another, for good or ill. And Lord knows I've been guilty of both such outcomes. But anyway... Play the **** song and put it on loop. (:
May 2018 · 266
The Blacklist Question
Colm May 2018
The most dangerous creative question, is asked not in part but entirely in sum.

Plain and simple, black listed.

"You inspire me..."

"But where do you get your ideas from?"
Distant original concept taken from a Neil Gaiman interview.
May 2018 · 460
Beneath Moonlit Clouds
Colm May 2018
Ask to find. Don't run and hide.
The person is not the pleasure which is in mind.

Just as fears are never lasting, ever fading fast we die.

So also should our conversations be more just than that in mind.

And yet I find...

That it is the pride of self expression, which comes most before the fall.

Perhaps our story has been recanted. And I did not share Me at all?
This is a bit of a reminder from self to humble myself. Because my perceptions are often quite far from the truth. No matter how much my intuition likes to affirm what I think. Such thoughts are just thoughts. I think.
May 2018 · 224
Random Blurbs
Colm May 2018
It doesn't matter if I haven't. Because I've seen enough to cloud my eyes a thousand times over...

The open road is openly, the place for an open opportunity of mind...

Pictures placed at the heart of mankind, do not last. Not even the servers will satisfy or survive...

Every word I ever wrote about the ever loving trees was never for me...

Turn a new page, open up. Maybe today you will not stop and let the story die inside. But instead draw it out, into the pages where it ought to reside...

Love is such a shallow thing, its nothing like it presents itself to be...

Give me a structure that is not my own and I will not believe in it. Tell me my structure I cannot do and I will invest hours thinking about it. Excited for it...

The only truly haunted walls are those that are plain and bare of thought...
I can't sleep around such walls...

These are a collection of oddities in no particular order or sequence. Just randomness of thought, etc.
May 2018 · 376
What It Is
Colm May 2018
Loneliness is the realization that all of your friends and family have married. Long before you have tamed and owned your own expectations regarding reality.
Hahaha silly self
Apr 2018 · 278
Unscripted Fate
Colm Apr 2018
Create for yourself
The life you most want
And live it out now
Before it's too late

Admit what is true
About yourself
And embrace it now
So that you can escape

Into goodness of this
Your future at present
Would you breathe it in now?
Your unscripted fate
The longer I live, the more I'm blessed to discover different things about myself. Like how orderly I really am, and the reasoning behind the way I do things. What is preference vs. what is idea or wishful thinking. My point in sharing this with you, is to remind these eyes—my own included—that they can have what they desire, that is if you're willing to admit it and work for it. Nobody is really stopping you. GET TO IT!
Apr 2018 · 319
Old Age
Colm Apr 2018
Closet
Mirror
Candlestick
Creek in the floor
River in her eyes
Fear most definitely is this
End
Apr 2018 · 332
Seasoned Water
Colm Apr 2018
Green leaves over water
Fear no Fall from Autumn graces
They embrace it
Oak leaves will do that. This is what I've learned. (:
Apr 2018 · 293
Write Without Boundaries
Colm Apr 2018
Break the line
As the back of a mountain
To discover new ridges, peaks and valleys
Twist the water, break the fountain
And flow instead in unpredictable ways
That is what Mr. Estlin would say
Write Without Boundaries - EEC
Apr 2018 · 348
Miranda
Colm Apr 2018
Mirrored like a windowpane
I know you’re there, but not at all
No great height at last it would be
To fall like this, endlessly
Into the wellspring of it all
But to a craft and wet stone be
The way you hone the idea smooth
Like a riverbed, put me to rest
And toss me as a stone unto
And in doing so
Smooth me into you
No comment from behind reading glasses - Because now is not the time
Apr 2018 · 131
Slyly
Colm Apr 2018
A slight smile by the side of my face
A wrinkle, a ripple in place to see
Beneath the surface
And to trace the essence of the has been me
Slyly
Apr 2018 · 304
To Create Is To Be Free
Colm Apr 2018
When a mans intent becomes one with his craft
He is not the same man so much anymore
Because the actions of a man midst passion is more
Than whatever his mindset had since set before
And his intent all along though it long since has passed
Is still willed into present
When he's one with his craft.
This can be applied to all humans. (:
Apr 2018 · 599
These Seasons
Colm Apr 2018
As an old oak tree
Empties its arms in the fall of Autumn
So I must also empty my heart
In the springtime of this youthful you
Knocking me sideways...
Apr 2018 · 580
Sinking
Colm Apr 2018
Nothing makes my heart sink
Faster to the bottom of this chest called ocean
Than a clueless defiance
A disregard for the most basic
The most respectful quiet
Shut your mouth, it overfloweth.
Apr 2018 · 418
Let The Past, Be Past
Colm Apr 2018
The moment you worry
About the days which are gone
You create the current warry
About what you couldn't control
Warry is a slick word
Apr 2018 · 482
How They Shine
Colm Apr 2018
You speak of stars
As if on first name
No closer you are to me

Yet I am in my own atmosphere
Just waiting to breathe
And fill my lungs with thee

Forget, no don't
The memory in mind
Of when tingling spines aligned

No starlight impedes
Be it out of reach
How your words once made me shine
No comment. Least here in this manner.
Apr 2018 · 424
What A Man Sees
Colm Apr 2018
More delicate
And yet stronger in such ways
Unbeknownst to me
And this is why
When I look into her eyes
I see nothing of me
And yet everything
I could ever wish to know
None will search forever. All searches end one way or another. And if you're wise and revere the old words, you'll always have an eternity of sorts. Waiting for you.
Apr 2018 · 506
Craters And Mountains
Colm Apr 2018
Handle your words with caution
Your impressions with care
Because words can impress
And compress the impressionable
Like metors on the surface of self
You may never know
The value, the worth
Or the cost of such words
On another persons earth
Though I do believe in tough love. I'm also a follower of honesty and a fan of kindness whenever possible.
Apr 2018 · 416
Asteticly
Colm Apr 2018
Walk through my life without me
And see
All that your eyes could partake of
And still
I wouldn't be scared for either of us
Because
My voice speaks louder asteticly
Therein
And within resides my will
I lie to myself far too much. Expecting those who get to see the true me will want more of what I have to offer. But it is not so... We are selfish creatures. And I am spoiled beyond compare.
Apr 2018 · 379
Regarding Such Feelings
Colm Apr 2018
The height of the stars
The depths of the ocean
The colors of the flowers
And the warmth of a summers morn
No human heart nor hand to hold
Is responsible for making you
Feel with such feelings as these adorn
To love is to try. To forgive is to forget. And such choices go beyond mere human fleeting feelings.
Apr 2018 · 585
Mayer Maybe
Colm Apr 2018
Have you ever had a song repeat?
And turn you a certin way?
For in passing I see
Now that Mayer maybe
When he said
"Would you say what you need to say?"

Such is a necessity
Sometimes I don't know how to say it. Or simply how to ask. Because I put on such a truly confident mask all the time. But at the end of the day, Im just like you. Very much imperfect in all things. *nod*
Apr 2018 · 441
The Night Wire
Colm Apr 2018
With every ounce of darkness
There is a wire stretching thin
Taught as a corset on her skin
And waiting for the vibrations to begin
Beneath what ever it is within
And yet a lust for me is not inside
For my heart is never dark
But a mind of equal, high in value
Is never to be scorned or laughed at
Only ever to be desired
And looked upon as a necessity in part
When it comes to hearing out the other mind
In the quiet pangs of this good dark
An openness of mind between two people... Such a thing is incredibly desirable.
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