solace and sorrow: Favorites

Jun 2018 solace and sorrow

Alex B

When I imagine meeting the man I will marry
We are in a conversation with others
And someone says something
To which I reply
A quote from a movie
Off to the side
Too obscure for the average mind
And he would laugh
Or maybe say back
Another great line

#hopelessromantic

Jun 2018 solace and sorrow

Aftermath

Jun 2018 solace and sorrow

Alex B

Aftermath

And if you ask me
what the worst part
of a depressive episode is
It’s the during yes
but it’s the after
that follows you around
No matter how good you are
at compartmentalization
or pretending
it never happened

The aftermath of the storm
Is what stays with you
It’s diverting questions
and avoiding talking about
those missing periods of time
That’s what keeps you tethered
To the pieces of the past
that pose the biggest threat
The pieces you are skilled at
helping people forget

#depression

Jun 2018 solace and sorrow

The secret life of poets

Jun 2018 solace and sorrow

emnabee

The secret life of poets

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.

#secret #life #poets

Jun 2018 solace and sorrow

The Little Things

Jun 2018 solace and sorrow

CA Smith

The Little Things

Brick
        By
            Brick
A house is built
Hour
        By
            Hour
The house becomes a home
Day
        By
            Day
The home turns into memories
Year
        By
            Year
The memories turn into people
Century
        By
            Century
The people turn into stories
Story
        By
            Story
Stories turn into legends
Legend
        After
            Legend
History is changed
Piece
        By
            Piece
Lives are changed
Person
        By
            Person
Love is spread
One Love
        After
            Another
Bricks are purchased
That build houses
That turn into homes
That create memories
That turn into people
That turn into stories
That turn into legends
That change history
And it all started with
Just. One. Brick.

Sometimes it's tough when you are just laying bricks to see the end picture, but it makes a difference in the end! It can be so easy at times to feel like we aren't doing enough to help others or to grow ourselves, but one ripple affects the entire pond.

#change #inspiration #motivation #structure #freeform #people #family #poetry #history

Jun 2018 solace and sorrow

box of happiness

Jun 2018 solace and sorrow

destiny

box of happiness

If I could capture happiness in box
It would go something like this,
It would smell like freshly baked cookies just coming out of the oven.
Take a sip and it would taste like a cold glass of water after a day in the thick sticky heat.
If you listen to it you would hear the most alluring song sung by the most mischievous of sirens.
Pour it out into your hand and it would feel like the kiss of sunlight through the chilly air.
But what would this box look like?
This box would look like you.

To the person I’m yet to meet

#love #happiness #joy #happy

Jun 2018 solace and sorrow

Someone stole my color

Jun 2018 solace and sorrow

Alex B

Someone stole my color

Someone stole my color
And threw it to the wind
Scattered like ashes
I don’t know if I’ll ever find it

Someone stole my color
From the face I know so well
I saw it in the cotton candy clouds
And the teal ocean swell

Someone stole my color
I guess that’s where it went
The world looks so much brighter
Like something heaven-sent

Someone stole my color
And that’s what no one knows
Depression isn’t black
It’s the color of a rose

It’s the light orange in a sunset
And the yellow of a peach
Light blue, my favorite color
So simply out of reach

Purple like my favorite eyeshadow
No, lavender, I’d guess you’d say
And my favorite music artist
Although he has passed away

Someone stole my color
Now everything’s too bright
I suppose sometimes darkness
Isn’t the opposite of light

Someone stole my color
So I’ll wear grey and black
As if in mourning
Until I get it back

— The End —