I value the little things The way the sun bounces off trees The way I smile when I get mail The way dogs jump when you talk to them The way people smile in crowded places The way people drag their fingers across the spines of books The way little kids go down slides The way the air stings my throat in the winter The way business owners call me "Love," The way people get excited when they smell candles The way people dance when they eat good food The way music sounds in good headphones The way cats rub their faces on plants The way hardcovers crack when you first open them The way pages smell with fresh ink The way your eyes glitter in the sunlight The way you look at me The way you love me AJBusse
For those who have no gift to see, There is naught but cruel reality. But for those with mind and heart in stock, The hidden doors of life unlock, And pour out treasures beyond compare- Simple treats, like cold, clean air- Or a sunset ripe with firey soul, The stillness of water inside a plain bowl; A flower sweet on Spring's hillside, The thump in our veins that keeps us alive; A roll of thunder, and mornings song- These are the virtues to be claimed all along. What can't be seen by hurried man Are things more precious than they understand; For man may rush and push and live by the hour, But time is wasted when you dont smell the flowers.
Hello again Seems I've forgotten my ways The little things constant change of directions my train of thought on its way towards a head on collision And the obstacles on the track don't worry me much it's more of the thoughts powering the train Giving into simplicity everyday A smile might be all it takes A nod to a stranger walking down the street sending off a reason to believe Tired of holding all the weight letting go back now and back to the little things
I care I care so much it hurts I care about the little things The way his eyes light up when he talks about something he loves The way he tells jokes and stories Laughing so much he can't get the words out The way he smiles when we hold hands and dance together Even if it's just for show I care so much about things most people don't even notice But I care about the big things too Things most everyone sees, but fails to address The way his eyes are now, dull and void of life The way he jokes about hating himself and wanting death In a way that makes me think he really means it The way his face is permanently frozen in the same weary expression, now that I can't make him laugh Or even smile I care about all these things, and they scare me Because what if I'm right About the way he feels Because I don't know how to fix it, how to make him smile again How to make his eyes light up the world like they used to Because what if there's suddenly nothing more to notice, nothing more to care about Because it's all gone Because he's all gone And nothing I did made a difference
I wrote this a while ago and I'm happy to say things are getting better now, but this poem still makes me emotional and I wanted to share it with you guys.
Do you truly know what it's like to dream with your eyes open? To confess that you don't know why you dream the way you do. The need to miss as much as you do. Missing the reality of the things that make most happy. Catching yourself in the beauty that goes unseen. Everything that goes unseen. The light that twinkles in the melanin. Quiet spheres that guard us from what we fear most. Legit watching you the way you watch them. Bowing in your essence while you share in their regal. The way your shoulders slide into a dress made in their likeness. The rest of the world goes on