i have let my life pass
me by without asking for a stop. the bus — crowded with hardened men crying, helpless children laughing, graceful women drifting — doesn’t stop. every light glimmers by—green— illuminating my path to growth, but my red hair red blood red heart ignite the invite to stop. so i pull the cord i interrupt the glares i stumble out of the bustling confusion i light onto solid ground and i, beamingly, ask myself if this is a stop or a start
when you said
i love you it was a dizzying accident— a crashing wave— leaving bubbles of a nervous laugh and a glimmering embrace. your gaze rapidly flashed down, and i hid my wonder-flooded face— in the surge of one moment, we were too dazed to dive into the surf of that torrential magnificent.
O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have the doting fingers of prurient philosophers pinched and poked thee ,has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty .how often have religions taken thee upon their scraggy knees squeezing and buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive gods (but true to the incomparable couch of death thy rhythmic lover thou answerest them only with spring)
everyone wants to feel wanted
and tonight i did you wanted me and now i’m yours yours yours for keeps for kicks for ***** and giggles for real for ever forever
Skies are beautiful They have clouds But they still cry Why wouldn't you? You are beautiful You have poems You can cry too
Because crying is honesty to your emotions, and honesty is beautiful ;)
"thank you for today"
i told him because he loved on me he flooded my day with his sunshine rare and raw and radiant so i reflected his beams and thanked him and the whole world basked in our glow i thanked him for loving my present moment, and we shared the luminous gift
lately i look so sad
but i write with such hope and i am afraid to know which part of me i can trust my body or my mind i stumble back to my confusion of blankets and realize i'm not even certain if my heart lies anywhere in the great jumble