The very air is different in those places so untouched,
smooth and unburdened.
You can fill yourself, let it in with a breath
and it will seek every crack and crevice,
it swirls in the lungs and mends.
You could just about leap -
cast yourself from the very pinnacle of earth,
Forget the stone which proffers you
an open palm to the waiting sky,
Let the renewing air cradle you,
lift you up and twist you around,
show you the world as it sees
the wrinkles in a quilted landscape.
Scramble your fingers
along the jagged earth
to find purchase.
Oh, the drop, the fall,
the catch of breath,
how it sings,
how it calls!
Written for barren peaks and untraversed ridgelines.
A stacked pile of matchbox dwellings,
yellow hue visible from the shades.
Meant for hiding the darkest truths
and never to be shared escapades.
A withered leaf struggles to escape,
the branch it grew upon.
The fall wind sets it free,
and the dead beauty treads on.
Across the gravel road of my bedlam,
a street lamp casts a flickering light.
Like the rhythmic notes of a violinist
playing an ode to a mesmerizing sight.
The bard sees a silhouette,
his titfer' tip shines.
Circling the edges of the block,
the watchmen protect the times.
The birds chirp outside
Rain crashes in sleek pools
Small ants are crawling
Nature is beautiful
On a sweet apple crisp cold day we walk
When the air is acrid with distant wood smoke
And bright Leaves fall with determination
Creating the season’s rich tapestry.
I run to keep up
Your science makes me grateful
For the rest
I notice still
My loose-mitted hand tentatively held out
To all manner of wonders that
My own hasty glances would have missed.
The stream, now
A sweet musty rug of russet rot,
Rambling with red and black fodder
For urgent little colonies of foragers
Who wait for wonders of the earth to be passed
There are days like this
To sip sweet tea from your flask
The ecstasy of the smallest thing
Go out and play Son!
That won't work anymore, Dad
the battery's empty.
Double glazed prisons
that suffocate us in
and healing pores
Isolate and whisper
keeping us inside
Meant to thrive.
to the quaint outside
Our spirit guide,
meekly to subside
through this lens
of poisoned eyes.
Windows distort our view and act as a barrier to outside. I don't think seeing things through a window is the same as experiencing it up close, feeling the air and taking in the energy of outdoors.
Be ready to be locked outside
I am scared of all things that are happening
I keep all the doors and windows closed
I'd rather be alone inside
please do not knock
who is there?
When it rains
And I am happy
I know I am at peace.
When it rains
And I am not
I know storms are brewing within.
The inside and the outside
Are connected more
Often than we think.
You say you know who I am.
But you don't.
You only know the part of me that I show to you.
You only know the girl
That loves music more than the ordinary person,
That talks to herself,
That doodles flowers on her arms during class,
That buries her face in a book,
That still has all her music downloaded on an Mp3 player,
That sings Taylor Swift songs into her hairbrush.
You don't know the girl
That stays up until 2am sobbing into her pillow,
That feels like she's never enough,
That masks her depression behind fakes smiles and laughter,
That keeps her feelings hidden away,
until they blow up and she cries over a broken shoelace,
That she hopes for the next day to be better than the previous day.
You say you know who I am.
At least you think you do.
I'm sorry. But you don't.
Everyone thinks that they know who I am but it is only me that know who I am.
It comes from the inside and the outside
The people around you control how happy you are
Sometimes you’re just not happy with the people around you and need a change
But you will come to the point where you find the right people that make you happy
The people you cry about because you are so happy to have them in your life right now are the ones who care the most for you
You need to accept the happiness from the outside to become happy in the inside