it's not the sound that you miss
or the view
or even the touch
or the lips
or the sound of the walking shoes
rushing forward in a stamping blitz
halted by the shadow's looming lightlessness
its not any of this
what you miss is knowing
knowing that you're not standing next to the wind
or particles drifting through your hands-
that someone is there
and they have no plans of going-
What is faith
but an empty promise
to a God
that abandoned us
Lord forgive me for this one, but it was a thought begging to be written.
Clearer than any settled pool
Brighter than any firework sky
Fresher than any daisy or flower
More real than any polished rock to remind
Falling fast and furious in mind
Like a stonework leaning slow built tower
With a buzzing hum as a furious fly
And sanguine light midst reflective pool
I remember it like it was yesterday
Because it was just 3674 days ago
I remember it like it was yesterday - Because it was just 3674 days ago
I'm sitting under a canopy of dark green leaves
I don't recognize the breed
You come forward and tell me that a new law has already been discovered
What goes up must eventually come down
The first time I recited one of my poems aloud I drove through the page leaving skid marks shaped like tongue twisters
No one paid attention and when I stepped off to catch my breath I threw up a mouthful of apple seeds that I later dug into the backyard
I moved out before i saw any growth but I promise something rose from the dirt, crooked and shy at first
A medley of anxious nail-biting and approval-seeking
I once knew the secret, the all note worthy testimonial to a meaningful life
But the soup has grown timid and uncertain of where it will go when it no longer holds anything
A toothbrush is born from underneath my skirt
is this cleaning the slate?
I still feel the anger of the fight I had 7 months ago.
I laugh at it now, even though I probably shouldn't.
lol anybody wanna chat?
Months ago we stayed up until 3 am talking.
Now I can't even say hey to you without having a mental breakdown .
It isn't your fault
"My answer is no."
Oh man! Come on, not again!
now that I think about it...
I thought you knew
what my answer would be years ago!"
My mom's response to many of my teenage questions.