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JAC Apr 2017
The sea is vast as the clouds are rolling
And in between is air.
They'll never touch, though never falter
And this just isn't fair:

The clouds and sea wish to meet, you see
But they can never be together
For powers that be keep sky from the sea;
They're only bound by weather.

When it rains, the clouds can touch the sea
Gently, caress in wave -
The clouds give all they have to her
But the sea, it must behave.

The sea is aware, that through the air
Is something she never can touch,
But when calm, she reflects the beauty of the clouds
And they smile when they see this much.

So resigned, the two stay far apart
And the clouds look longingly to sea
For they see the weather, reflection and more
That they know can never, ever be.
JAC Apr 2017
Nothing would make me happier
than if I were purely selfless,
but then I'd be happiest
and I'd have only served myself.
JAC Mar 2017
Of course
I'll say
I'm happy
For you.
JAC Mar 2017
To whom I hate:
If I truly knew you
I wouldn't hate you
Such is life.
JAC Mar 2017
Don't be defined
By what you don't want to be
For you were designed
To be more than you see.
Making a potentially adult idea into an almost playful, childish limerick is a way of normalizing an issue. It doesn't change the power of the statement, it changes its audience. There is not one best way to talk about something - there are simply ways we can try.
JAC Mar 2017
Like a candle in a hurricane
We flickered out in the wind
And anyone who saw us burning
Thought it must have just been
A little trick of the light.
JAC Mar 2017
Everyone's talking their tongues away
Filled with life on the tired subway
Loosened drink and slurred to think
But only on St. Patrick's Day.
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