when you leave you do so gleaming and gracefully the words on your lips conveying a sweet, careful goodbye
it was today. i breathed a sign in the air as it filled my lungs, the vision overcame me marked with deserved happiness a light, perhaps from the heavens that this union is yet another pillar in the ever growing foundations of what will surely become the place i am destined to be
if not in your arms, than in the generous love of a friend whom daily, reminds me of what i could be, what i should be, where my dreams could propel me should i follow the ***** you so gently remind me i have.
I’m hit with sounds and smells of you Sitting behind a smoker on the transit And I’m strangely nostalgic I’ve grown to love it Because on you it’s mixed with pine Like you dozed off next to a fire pit
I realize you’re all around me Because in these parts short flannel clad men with tall egos are a dime a dozen
Though I know when I move away I’ll look back with yearning On those nights in your car (they meant more to me than you know) listening to Tame Impala and waiting for the bridge bass cranked high like the heat effervescent windows frosted from our craft brewed breaths singing and saturated with spirit(s)
Was this home or all I came to know?
I can’t deny that summer will never again be as heavy with happiness as when the sky has stopped her crying long enough to paint in pastels canopied air crisp enough to bite I guess that’s what happens when you spend 2/3 of the year in grey
I could say when it started; I could feign confidence in this place, in the hour. The truth is, I could sail on the rolling tides of time and I'd still yet never move in a straight line. That's how it's always been - like a clock that lags a split second longer on even numbers, and pauses to scrutinize the odd. Like standing in a crowd, waving to a friend you don't remember meeting. Reading words that make no sense to anyone but their writer, or knowing those words are your own; my own. Words where meaning has been lost, a dying light I never got the chance to experience. One day, I will experience it.
I saw beauty today In the rusty soil Vast forests Mountain after mountain Until I was surrounded Then I laid in the sun Allowed it to caress my skin Closed my eyes And I listened The water flowing gently Peaceful The wind blew It wrapped around me Throwing bits of hair around And then it was still I was still And it was in that place I once again opened my eyes And I saw beauty
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 peace 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.