Timing plays a big part I thought I was ready Ready to start again Good thing I pulled back a little Now all that I built All the sweat & blood that I shed Bore fruit
Now we are both ready to start this journey.
They say timing plays a big role in a relationship. I never had a ton of patience when it comes to relationship, I was always in rush. I never want to be left out. She made me realize that's its okay to wait for the perfect timing. No need to rush things and eventually everything will fall into place.
Brown hair drip drops down onto black squishy flip flops and seamless white plastic shower floor.
Then it is tan sand and saltwater spray; and the great gray-blue ocean lies before bare burrowing toes and air vent breaths are washing tides and the shushing breeze.
She is naked and young and alone tan, svelte and smooth squeezing sea from dark tangled hair on a beach where air smells sweet salt, not stinking seaweed and everything the temperature of her body. The sun burns not too hot or bright in pastel-streaked sky rays not of needle glares but cotton.
The standing, quiet calm no chatter but seagulls air enough to fill both lungs:
a world that is plush and halcyon and needs no reason
I wrote this poem when I was super anxious (obviously in the shower), and I just needed some fantasy to feel okay.
I don't know how to say just how I feel He does that to me Takes the words out of my mouth Makes me feel complete again They dashed me against the rocks He saw the good and picked up the pieces Put them back together The pieces that were lost he replaced He tells me he loves me He'll wait for me And this time I believe those words I know he means it when he says that I am perfect It's not always easy to believe But deep down I know Its the truth and that one day he will hold me jn his arms Tell me how much he loves me And I will feel safe
The car envelopes me in a blanket of warmth. It's not comforting or safe-but almost suffocating it reminds me of the smoke from a cigarette-far too harsh and absolutely disgusting it's as though I've been put in too thick of sweater for the time of year the hot air has caused a fog to develop on the windows the vast cold meeting the sticky heat and it just glazes over like the fog that encompasses my mind sometimes I wish to leave this blanket of warmth.
Flying on an old wooden swing set Green paint peeling off the sides Sunlight descending through the spaces between the leaves Thick on the branches of the old oaks I never thought I would Leave behind
She’s kicking high now With spindly legs And tipping her face upside down Laughing like a child Should Laughing though life would Place a sadness in the world Little by little.
I walk through the edges of the garden in a different time My voice is hers and mine.
I will always love you Hopeful little thing Trusting that these ropes will hold forever Looking back at four walls that will never crumble But they did And they do And you knew, you always knew.
And if you could only hold onto one solid thing And if you could just be bright enough to save every one
And isn’t that why you were always smiling?
Such a happy child. Such a happy child.
And I want to tell you it is ok to stop smiling And it is ok to let the swing fall down from the sky. And it is ok that things die right there in the middle of the light You try to bring.
I like you anyway And I love you anyway And I will swing beside you And hold your hand and we can lay back our heads and laugh and laugh and laugh And maybe that will finally
And I can forgive myself.
to the inner child..what would you say?
"I will always love you how I do Let go of a prayer for you It's a sweet word The table is prepared for you
Wishing you godspeed, glory There will be mountains you won't move Still I'll always be there for you How I do I let go of my claim on you It's a free world You look down on where you came from sometimes But still you'll have this place to call home always."