Birds flutter around, Like fighter jets, Flying through and out of a concentration of green matter, Feasting on the summer’s last bounty, Their happy chirps setting the background of my nature made hiking soundtrack, The sun may not be out, But the warmth that radiates through my soul, Reminds me that I am alive, For a fleeting moment, The stomps of my boots and the flutters in my belly, Coupled with the beads of sweat gathering at the part of my head you like to kiss, Time slows down, There’s no me and there’s no you, I can feel nature and I dancing in equilibrium, I think I made piece with alone.
i swear my heart mimics the crescendo of the ocean’s tireless hum and i am overcome with both solace and grief in knowing that my own rhythm will fall in defeat long before the waves ever stop crashing into the shore
Drunk with my name dripping from your mouth. Fingers curling as gently push me further south. Your secret is mine Safe between my mouth and your waistline. Carving down your spine Clashing like the northwest coastline. Dissolving pieces of you into my shore. This night is my chance to infect your core.
Sad to see the past Turn into our future When the foundation our Creators laid was, from the beginning, incorrect Their every attempt to correct it went wrong Sad to see them dedicated too late to the cause Sad to see them now, so infrequently Almost dead and gone
Honestly, I'm more concerned for us Becoming effigies in rust In a dying world Vibrancy overlaid with dust Beaten all to red Given in to dread Purposefully wasting Our batteries to death
Death, death, death
Sad to feel it coming on so strong When you'd rather dance than Be taken ***** to bed
It’s been raining for 22 days straight and I couldn’t tell you why the evergreens weep like they do but if you must, the skies ravens are bellowing what they’ve witnessed in a song we will never understand and will endlessly hear.
Feathered armor protects the branches that starkly plead for handfuls of the sponge-clouds above. Why don’t we listen to the warning calls of the floods coming from God’s eyes?
The sticky moss resting on the north side of the rusty hemlocks will tell you, the record is 55 days since they’ve seen the sun---a dialect less penetrating than the all-too-inviting cries that echo the woodlands.
Whispers of the breeze flowing through the trees are not enough to overcome this tempest that is steeping slowly and surely the habit of nature will wash its face clean of any inadequacies. Now, if you told me
it rained here over half the year, I’d believe you. Not just because it’s the Pacific Northwest, but because I’ve witnessed the consistency of the pure quietude, of the circling crows that count every beat and divide every lap. Their dependable vantage forecasts any storm.
Being bombarded with temptation Doesn’t dim the fireworks That crash like the a Titan gait Inside my heart No exposed midriff will propel my drift As my thirst can’t be satisfied With the bucket and pulley water they fetch This carnal passion I feel remains sky-lit Bright and beautiful All, because of you
Love doesn't fail It withers without proper care The roots gasp for the final drop A drop, that is no longer there When we shed light on our shadowed past It should bring life But care isn't attention It's attention done right Results may very As the effort will change But when all is lost The seeds, will always remain
Let me stay warm bask in your walls of life hold tight till stars exchange long glares with sunlight And tell the moon of blue skies mistaken as true lies with the hues of red and purple between the hours of midnight and noon I'll never hurt you only love long pass curfews Until we sleep clutched in an embrace awaken by the same love on a new day
The seed cracks with growth separating through reach destined for the heavens competing with the similarly ambitious because space is finite So, aspire to grow small? I think not for I am a seed "Let me exceed", I shall ask fore my pedals will expand and spread my pollen Never, to recede
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