#foremost
egg on the new day:
with the words spoken
I write
“first and foremost
for myself,
until you take them words
away, into your breast,
and then forever
shared
irretrievably”
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 11:55 AM UTC
Ever since,
the lone star
was just inside an
hour glass.
Watching the brilliance
of your smile
enlightening the
whole surrounding
counting on motes
that fell down
every time your pace
is on mine.
On hour,
on minute
i keep the second
you had bring,
all i see in you
is foremost.
I had kept you
in an hour glass,
with your time
you gave to me
with the wishful star
that waiting for you
to fall.
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 9:45 PM UTC
*I cannot see outside of me
Just as I cannot see the other side of the other screen
Or the person who might admire my words
Or just how they might even appear to be
But this is fine and alright with me
Because foresight flows most equally
Both to and from the truth within
Until such truth is know to me
And just as I might never see
The person who reads my poetry
There is something refreshing inside of me
Like an inherent truth reminding me
That only the readers who I let see
Will ever get a chance to be
Within that certain sight in question
First and foremost, as it appeared to me*
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 3:07 PM UTC