#thelittlethings
a nervous 𝘵𝘴𝘬 of the lips
a little drop of sweat bulging at the neck
an eyelid flickering way too much
a mind that won’t change
a pillow that reeks of salt
a photograph of a distant memory
a fly buzzing around the plasma tube light
a buzz that won’t go away
a switch that won’t turn off
a stain that won’t dust off
a walk that’s unusual for the age
a kid who refuses to play
it’s the little things that give you away
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 8:05 AM UTC
In silence lay concealed and still,
The blue of heavens here ahead,
It held the reins of clouds, yet frail,
While petals strove a lasting thread.
Astray she turned her hand away,
Towards the pale horizon's line,
In despair the black birds sway,
Around bare branches fading shrine.
In endless gleam of sun so pale,
Averted from the longing death,
Carnations scent, so bright and hale,
She staggers back to life's last breath.
There, where light falls veilly thin,
Enveloped in the darkest night,
A whisper of peace softly spins,
A distant melody, a laugh still light.
In whispers of transience frail,
Unfolds the delicacy of a strand,
That through time carries without fail,
The warmth a set of hands prevails.
And in life's chaos, heavy dire,
A spark of hope ignites within,
Thus moments so deeply inspire,
That life’s enchantment does begin.
© fey (23/04/24)
Apr 23, 2024
Apr 23, 2024 at 4:50 AM UTC
The pink roses
inside my white elephant
tea *** are Gorgeous.
The petals against the porcelain
a true work of art.
Jul 26, 2021
Jul 26, 2021 at 3:20 PM UTC
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
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 5:38 PM UTC
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.
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 11:26 AM UTC
Remembering the way
you pulled me close to your heart in the promises
of never breaking me
staying here, dancing in my mind
in public
in the dark
making the tensity in my body, release
telling me you love me, keeping yourself hostage
in my body,
i listen deeply.
i am home to you.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 10:20 PM UTC
perfect human imperfections
the gentle roll of a teardrop
down a sun-beaten cheek
falling from eyes of incomprehensible depth
ocean eyes
endless moments in time
snippets of absolute joy and content
small eternities of a life that's been lived
sleepless nights
early morning hours
of peace
of solitude
a mind, a silent fortress
deep breaths on cold days
stinging lungs
seeping warmth from a hot drink
the slow spread of a smile
the result of a scandalous idea
a wisp of smoke from a house-chimney
conjuring images of a cosy, loving family
all the little things
the little bits of beauty
are what to live for
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 10:51 AM UTC
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
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 12:23 AM UTC
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
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 9:23 PM UTC
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
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
Captivating.
The only word
I could use
When the wind caught
The tangles of your hair.
Entrancing.
Your eyes as dark as the night
Spears through my soul,
Through my heart.
Down to my very core.
Burning.
Casting me on fire
The flames of the lightest touch
You whisked
When our fingers brushed.
Spellbinding.
When I saw the life
Flashing before me,
Giddy, bumpy, fulfilling
With you.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 10:29 AM UTC
When you've reached the end,
Will you have done all you'd hoped?
Even the small stuff?
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 8:05 PM UTC
have you ever notice
how things just shift?
Plate tectonics shift,
moods shift,
cars shift,
schedules shift.
Everything shifts,
and I love it!
Its something so simple,
i know.
but I felt like my life
needs to shift.
I want my life to shift to something knew,
because for about 7 years now,
I've been doing the same old things
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 3:24 PM UTC
Joy
Is warm apple cider
Drank on a porch
On a cold November day.
Joy
Is a friend
To whom you don't
Have to clarify and censor.
Joy
Is having a moment
To relax
And soak in the world.
Joy
Is having a friend whom talking to
Gives you energy
When you're an introvert.
Joy
Is a quiet read
Outdoors
After a stressful day.
Joy
Is somehow knowing
That everything
Is going to be okay,
And if it isn't,
That no one
Will leave you.
Joy is a slight smile,
A faint contentment
Upon the cheeks and lips,
And a great relaxation
Within.
Joy
Is what I have,
Somehow,
Right now.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
Have you ever seen someone get so happy and touched over the little things?
Something so small, that it seems like it shouldn't really mean so much.
Have you ever offered to help someone by picking up whatever it is they needed or dropped?
And have them react with a million thank yous & a look of wonderment?
Why do people tend to get so moved by the little things, no matter how small they are?
Why does doing something so tiny make someone feel so good inside?
The truth is, there's no right answer to this question, people just feel this way.
Because there are some who feel alone every single day in this world.
People who feel like no one likes them or wants to be their friend for some reason.
Or, there are people who need help with something because they are disabled.
Whatever the reason may be, anything you do can make a difference.
This is why, beyond may other reasons, the little things matter to people.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 9:25 AM UTC
We are an echo of our past
Like an empty hanger in the closet
All bare and cold
Memory serves as the foundation to something beautiful
As long as those shoulders
Bare something new.
And our closet doesn’t stay empty but rather collects a rainbow of hues.
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 3:05 AM UTC
A step a splash and water flies everywhere
Drops fly but in glistening fragments of lights
Peals of laughter shake the air with joyful music
They fade in time and then, silence
Alone once again on a well walked path
Trees on either side lean gentle in the wind
For a moment, only a moment the clouds that darken
Both the mind and the sky are driven away
One action of spontaneous restless desire
Creating a smile that tunes into a laugh
To unleash the floodgates of emotionless mirth
A quickly fading memory of childish humour
Though that moment, as brief as it is
Takes me in her arms and leaves behind a memory
To be held to and treasured, grinned at foolishly
For the light that shines on that random puddle
Is mine now, offered to live on in my mind
For i know it will be dark again, and soon
Thought to laugh for only an instant, a moment
In the childish way abandoned by adults
Is to give hope for a better world.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 11:58 PM UTC
They were dying their hair
And shaving the sides
Just trying to find out
What felt right
They were piercing their bodies
And piercing each other
She loved him
And
He loved her
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
I went on a nature walk
with no idea,
no preparation,
only to take some pictures.
At a certain point
I got lost
with no phone
no one but me,
my thoughts,
and the layers of
cold sunken through.
I had no idea where I was,
only faith that I would get out
at some point
if I kept going.
I forgot everything
except this poem, my camera, and my next step.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 5:13 PM UTC
You're shy,
It's a fact.
But all that shyness comes tumbling down
In the face of a just cause.
You're not afraid to stand for what's right.
You're a badass, like Grey Fullbuster but in real life of course.
Loving that adrenaline rush,
The way I love it when you send me the sweetest messages.
You're so similar to Grey, Syaoran, or Kyon, or even L, it's quite bizarre really.
You can make me smile and laugh and giggle like an idiot in public.
You are so unbelievably sweet.
You care so much about others,
Protecting your friends always, 'til the very end.
You would do anything for us,
And I'll do anything and everything for you in return.
But I don't think I can ever do enough to show you my gratitude and appreciation,
How glad I am to have you in my life.
The much appreciated way that you can actually hold up a conversation,
And put in your share of the friendship,
Not leaving me to hold up everything and hoping on impossible dreams.
The way you run around my mind like those ***** in a pinball machine that you run back and forth, back and forth.
-flicks my own head and yells at you to stop running around up there so much-
There are so many sides to you...
You're like the color red,
So many shades,
All different,
With different meanings,
Emotions,
Actions.
Well it's a good thing I love the color red,
'Cause I want to get to know every shade of you, and love each and every one of them, the way I love you as a whole.
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 1:35 AM UTC
I like strawberries
I like the way my hair looks when I have no where to go
I like my bagels toasted with cream cheese
I like to watch movies, but only alone
I bake cookies when I'm sad
Music means more to me than almost anything else
Christmas is my favorite holiday
I drink tea when I want to be quiet
I don't have a favorite color, I can't decide
I love the outdoors
I hate insincerity
My room is pink, but covered in posters
I have shoeboxes full of old photographs
I love driving alone at night
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 5:10 PM UTC
I love my hands, I don't really know why, but other than my eyes they're the only part of my body I'm mostly okay with
Sunrise on the beach is my favorite everyday natural phenomenon
I can't stand public displays of (physical) affection, but I'm crazy affectionate
If I didn't belong to a conservative family I would look a lot different in appearance
I drink my coffee black but I prefer tea with milk and sugar
I'm bad at talking about myself, so I suppose this is done
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC
so here's some things about me,
there's nothing special you see.
really but i don't know why,
i judge when one never lie.
what i find it so amusing,
is some music that's rocking.
love to play the piano,
freaked when playing solo.
you can say i'm a polyglot,
though some words i forgot.
i am terrified of insects,
or any matter in that acts.
oh don't you just love foods,
never fail to cheer my moods.
guess that's a wrap,
sorry if i left any gap.
say if you want to talk,
drop them in my inbox.
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
I am a girl who stays at home all day long.
I go to college but still act like school kids.
I like to make weird noises and weird faces in front of the mirror.(and my room locked)
I am very shy.
I never have any idea about anything that happens around me, always lost in my lame thoughts.
I like to text my friends but they don't reply instantly and that makes me mad.
I am so dumb and feel like I am never going to be perfect enough for someone.
My friends think that I am a nerd. I don't know why they do that.
That's all :) :p
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC