I give this one thought to keep
I am with you still-do not weep .
I am a thousand winds that blows.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quite birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not think of me as gone -
I am with you stilt-in each new dawn .
            
Myriah young

The bitter cold
nips at my neck
but I linger outside
if only to get a whiff of
the smoky smell
of firewood burning
that makes me nostaglic
for winter days.

ECHOES

Lord knows, I’ve
Walked a lot of roads
I’ve told a lot of lies
And didn’t end up wise
From telling stories
About nonexistent glories,
But I must admit
I learned a bit from it.
I shucked and I
Shuffled and I
Pretended a lot.
The suffering it brought
Was only sort of worth it
If you can compare it
To how ignorant I was
When I started out
Had no idea what I was about.

I had to hurt a lot of people
Saw my lovers weep while
I stumbled on to the next one
Telling myself I was having fun
But the pain had not begun
Not really, just a hint
Of how bent I had become
And how I came to mean
So very little to anyone
Or to myself it seemed.
I never dreamed
It could hurt
So much
To live without touch.

Now, with nothing to boast
What I miss the most
Is laughing together
At silly jokes
Sharing some tokes
With people glad to see me
Instead of hiding from me
And hoping I forget
Where they live
And living to regret
I had so little to give.
I wish that was a jest
But it’s really the best
I can say about myself
Back then
Back when
I was a fool.

Brent Kincaid
2/9/2015

After all this time
I still reminisce
About all the times we shared

But if I could go back
To that campus in that town
I'd do it all again, no questions asked

Minus this and that
I'd still lay under the stars
Or sit on the fountain ledge

I'd still hide in the bushes
I'd still read beneath the trees
Even still be the third wheel

One thing though
I might take back
All the hurtful words I spoke

Another would be
The shyness
I let hold me back

I'd be more vocal, outspoken
But since time has passed
I'm stuck living in today

I'm watching you all walk by
Without even saying hi
Because you do not know my name

I sit here listening to music I never thought I would lend an ear to… Or flinch at.I realize that there are so many unpredictable factors in this world that are impossible to see down this infinitely long road we call our journey, like it has a clean and clear final destination. It shows me how unpredictable this all is. How many signs you miss not because you could not see, but how could you? They come and go just as fast as your heart beats. There is nothing you can do about that except to hold on, crawl if you must, to the air that surrounds you, to the dirt that is crumbling under your toes, to the water that rushes by. Hold on to it. Feel it. Learn it’s way. Follow it.

And then I listen to music I will forever love and it reminds me of where I have been. It brings back waves of emotion, of memory preserved by the very feelings this song gives me. It is accurate not because I remember, it is accurate because I feel.
So I have had more feelings in my life than I have memories.
I move along like a blind man, through life. Now is just a thought. Here is very real yet very deceiving. It makes me wonder if life is simply an illusion, a masquerade of memories to confuse your feelings, just long enough to convince you that you have a clue of who you, when you are, what you are, where you are, why you are.
Here. You are.
Where that is I will never know… Perhaps I will only feel.

She saw..
The greed for peace, unsated forever,
The need for love, unabated however,
Emptying vast emptiness,
She saw in me..

I write, you paint, they sing,
She..
She cried,
Sat there, with me in her eyes,
She cries..

She told..
Tol' me of the hollow hollows,
She had to tell..
A piece of my heart,
She had to take..
To make it right,
she took the left..
Kissed my fingertips,
she cried and left;
Left a hole in me, where her tears fell..

She left.. and..
The Greed for Peace, abated forever,
The Need for Love, unsated.. still... however..

The year began with promises
Spilled over from the year that past.
Celebrating a passing checkpoint;
Ignorant of the bridge's collapse.
Too late to change and too late to stop
I dove in and I dove fast.
It was stupid to think that
Something like that would really last.

Left beaten and defeated
I tried to continue.
I tried to push but couldn't do.
I dragged on with a spirit diminished.
Thinking back that, had I looked,
Had I looked I could've finished.
And things would be different
I'd be the better instead of the finished.

The rest of the year was no better.
I hung my head low, not exactly in shame
To try and find peace with what had remained.
And retreated to my own mind
To collect what'd been left behind.
While maintaining a facade
Of the one who's unshaken;
Always joking about ****, ****, and baby makin'.

We all have our lows,
And we all have our highs,
And memories we cherish,
And those we despise.
But despite what has happened,
In the year of 2014,
I grew from my struggles.
Even if I struggled to know what that means.