The answer only comes after the question is forgotten.
waiting for something to end so nothing can begin, or waiting for nothing to end so something can begin.
Look for the beauty in life,
and you'll find it.
The chorus of chirping crickets,
sustained so perfectly
like recalling a dream
so simple, and beautiful.
Some things have a way of silencing
the loudest of thoughts.
What a peculiar thing it is
to watch the blue sky from underneath a rain cloud.
I was going to write a poem without any 'I's in it,
but I've already failed.
You make it easy to say what my brain doth ponder,
even when I'm distracted and my mind begins to wander,
thinking thoroughly of what my eyes have seen,
I absently absorb the sky and trees,
what lies I see but never accept,
I try to protest with a silent breath,
but my words never help the violence rest,
and the world constantly keeps my smile repressed;
your soul so full of rays of white,
we pass each day with graced delight,
to share a smile I savor each day,
consumed by the crowd as we both shy away,
an angel surrounded by faces of clay,
always passing by, but never to stay.
Her crystal glance shattered my soul into a million pieces.
4 hours passed...
I sat upon the blue rubber mat
staring at the cold, white cinder block wall
my hands folded in my lap
I felt absent, forgotten, betrayed...
3 hours passed...
I stood up to stretch my legs
then I tapped my knuckles against the plexiglass window slot
"how long is it going to be?" I asked
"sit back down Mr. Fuller." the guard replied...
2 hours passed...
I decided to try and sleep,
I pulled my arms inside of my shirt and lay on my side
I fell in and out of an uncertain sleep
a knock on the plexiglass woke me: "no sleeping."
1 hour passed...
The cell door opened and they brought in another kid
"all the cells are full so we have to keep him in here.
No talking, see that camera? I'll know if you have been."
The guard left, the kid sat down. "How's it going"? I asked...
another hour passed...
The door opened again,
"Fuller." I stood up and followed the guard out,
he led me to my new cell, and out of the holding cell.
He dropped a pile of folded gray sheets into my arms.
"How old are you?" he asked
"12, I'll be 13 in March."
"12 years old!? what the hell are you doing in here?"
Sometimes I stare into the mirror for hours
trying to figure out what I am.
Everyone treats life like a race,
but nobody *wants to finish first.
Sprinting down 2nd street,
my torn t-shirt dancing in the breeze,
the fear of the that tarnished blade
meeting my gut made me run a little faster.
Moments ago I was a god
watching him fall
like a tyrant's statue,
now I'm just human.
was letting him get back up.
As your brown hair shelters them,
resting above the freckle on your nose,
your lips curl into a smile,
as the corners of your eyes wrinkle,
We don't need to speak at all,
we can just stare at each other and grin,
your eyes are like a stream on a sunny day,
I wish I could erase all your tears that have fallen,
I wish that you weren't leaving next year,
I wish we could always share this gaze,
perhaps then it would absolve this eternal pain.
The simplest questions have the most difficult answers,
and the most difficult questions have the simplest answers.
If I could make a list of things I wish to forget
I would put you before all of those beatings I got as a kid.
And thus, the storm began with just one single drop.
Why does that flower surround herself with weeds?
Choking her beauty,
infatuated with her peddles.
Reduced to a wilted stem,
I still find her beautiful.
As you danced naked around my room
listening to Ravel
I lay watching,
wishing that you'd leave
It isn't your fault
it happened before you arrived
at least four women ago,
now I'm too well acquainted with loneliness.
So I walked you back to your room,
and as I kissed you goodnight
I knew that the romance was over.
The tragedy of the musician is that they give so much of them self away on stage, in practice rooms, sitting at pianos
that once they are alone, and instrument-less
there is hardly anything left
So they go back to the piano, the practice rooms, and the stage
in search of them self.
I wish I could remember my very first thought.
As he remembers what it felt like to be vulnerable
as he used to come and visit
as he'd kiss her shoulder and run his fingers along her back
as he wiped the make up off her face
as they'd forget the world inside of her room
as she told him it couldn't be anything more
as the visits would cease
as he'd get drunk and rue
as his thoughts would battle between bitterness and nostalgia
as she forgets entirely
as a flame evaporates into a wisp of smoke
until no one knows it was ever there
You'll never know sacrifice until you've known love.
Why do people talk so much, and say so little?
"because only empty words come from hollow people."
I made a vase with a hole in the bottom,
and poured all of my certainty into it.
— The End —