As for the rest of my life, I shall remain attached to the wondrous magic of love. If I continue in life with pain as excruciating as this, I will only do so with joy-love. For myself, I've wavered beyond expiration. Shrinking, I've been a coward for ages. I even tucked away for far too long. I shall stand with courage in my temporal clay house and produce, giving what I can. I've given offense an abundance of honor and time, not realizing how crippling I already knew it to be. Now, Noah, let each day release much weight. I latch onto the responsibility to rise and let the gifts within have their righteous place to let grand present me.
i heard a strange knock at my door and when i looked through the peephole i saw all the reasons men go to war and a thousand men felled they were laid out at the altars of mountains that still glistened with their mystery
please hang me in the silence opposite your kisses and make me wish the stars were alive so that i can watch them burn trails on your skin the echoes of a universe long disappeared they're a reminder that i too would spend a lifetime to reach you
who would they meet if they met you
i remember that charming daring boy of twenty two who fought to stay standing while flirting with the snow and who set in motion a life of movement to look for places where he could stay still the same boy who'd look into eyes the color of ice just to set his soul on fire
or is it that kid of twenty five whose anxiety is eating him alive it's the question of whether couches or purpose is what fills the space between four walls the same kid who's so afraid to die he doesn't learn how to live
do we even need stars when we can wish upon our dreams
it's been a few winters of stepping out with a broken zipper that still remembers when i invited myself into that sunday night just to have the frozen trees watch me as i took the long way back if only i had kept on walking i would have touched the arctic circle but that's okay because the thought of you alone makes me want to touch alaska from the other side
she wears roses on her neck but can't quite explain the reasons why this type of quiet is so attractive or why god has a glass eye he's sitting somewhere in the corner and wondering out loud if it's the coldest cold he's ever felt or if it's just the pasta in my soup and since i somehow ended up here i listen in and when i do i hear him say
There are people whom believe to escape the mind, you must travel and see the world. Little do they know they are just carrying the baggage of their hearts. Running away will get you nowhere, it will only lead you face to face with reality but to write, it is where you discover the beauty of ones heart, the inner child you thought you had lost. If you must escape, look within and try writing.
I never thought I’d see the day when I would agnise the depths of my desire.
Ingrained in every cell; the swell of emotion ebbs and flows into each passing day like the waves we’re all familiar with. A calling card; reminding me of the expectation of love, the anticipation of hope, and the abuse of obstinacy.
I learn from it everyday. Paying respect and gratitude as tuition for the lesson called ‘life.’ Freshman year, every year.
Can’t complete the puzzle even when all of the pieces fit. There is meaning in this. Sometimes, I wish it wasn’t so. But I can’t pursue it alone, so I won’t. “If it can be realised, let it be so when the universe wants it”, is my escape. But there is no escaping yourself. You are the universe and it is you.
It has never felt like it wasn’t meant to be. It has never been like it wasn’t supposed to. Maybe one day it will manifest again. Or perhaps fade like all beautiful, fleeting, moments.
You won’t catch me chasing something that doesn’t want to be caught. You’ll see me walking the other way. You’ll see my aura welcome it. And you’ll see me turn around to embrace it with every fibre of my being. But only if it wants the same things as I do.
You know I read your books, right? You've always fascinated me with your eyes - very sparkly, dauntless, always looking for an ending. The truth will be out, and I guess you will never linger again with your systematic veins to which I have become attached. Like a weapon in the making, your silvery hair creating a shimmer across my bedroom window. And it stains the whole atmosphere; when you left and went back with your hobby - knitting, fixing everyone but yourself, and to cavalry, too. They're burning your throat, but you insist on saying that you're becoming more at peace and unbothered, like a succulent, but I don't see it that way. I see lots of empty pieces behind you and the places you went back in that no one thinks you did. As well as the people you tried to ran away from and the people you've left behind, only to find out that they are the one. I am the one. Don't worry, you've always been sunlight. I'd still pack your bags when we go for a trip together, and I'd still cook your favorite dish while you scrutinize my behavior. Am I your date or your lover? Don't you think we've come so far? Don't you think I read you too much like your books?
Who am I? A question I am asked in every new class and every interview. Something that seems to be so easy to answer. A few months ago I had to write about who I am. I pushed it off for days and days thinking it will be easy. It wasn't, it was in fact the complete opposite. I sat there for hours and hours, Staring at a blank page with a pen in hand. Who am I? What words define me? Which box do I fit in? Well, the answer is I don't know. If you looked at me today and asked, "Choose one word that defines you." I would say, I don't know. I don't know which box I am categorized in. I don't know where I really belong. I know my beliefs and what I believe to be true. However, I do not know who I am.
you were the kind of hope that soothes an aching soul just the sound of your name makes my bones feel whole
maybe i never got the chance to tell you
that the kindness you carry so delicately on your shoulders and the rooted rhythm of change you’ve had to learn to dance to has created waves of hope
maybe i didn’t tell you enough that the love in your eyes was exactly what i didn’t know i needed to know
your l o v e your goodness a glass overfull
and it has over poured into a soothing memory a blanket of comfort where i can find peace
so i snuggle into the loss comforted by the knowing that out there exists someone as honest, as brave as soul-shaking as you
this alone has moved me deeper into myself a soothing to my soul you’ve reflected e v e r y t h i n g i needed to see in me and left me only with tiny bruises of what-ifs the always wondering of what we could have been
but these growing pains are mine i will kiss them and sometimes i will cry i will fall asleep alone to the rhythm of my own heartbeat to the peace of knowing what comes must sometimes go ___
the world keeps spinning let it take what it must to make room for what will b l o o m with even more beauty than any life experience has yet to do
embrace all that has left you stretch out in this new space of self discovery keep hope & be eager for all that’s yet to u n f o l d