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TG Apr 2017
Perhaps the problem is we live as though we have an eternity to fall in love, to have everything we want,
to be able to fix all the problems we ignore and to apologize to those we hurt.  We live as though we are more than stellar fragments afloat in the immensity of space and time.
The problem is that we continue living this way until the last insignificant second when we finally hear the chimes of the cosmic harmonies calling us back home and then, we will be nothing but a wisp of nebulosity from gas and dust from whence we came,
scattered through space unfettered by ordinary human limitations.

How will you spend your brief moments here on earth?
How much will you love?
How much will you give?
How will you be remembered?
These are the thoughts that are haunting me today.
TG Apr 2017
Heedlessly, do I wonder
if perhaps you, too, are alone this night;
gazing beneath the veil of a starlit sky
gliding in the vast emptiness
between the starts.
TG Apr 2017
It is your laugh,
that **** cosmic spell
that bounds me so
passionately.

It is your gaze,
that **** enchantment
that keeps me in orbit
perpetually.
#write #understanding #life #poetrytruth #relief #someone #seeks
TG Apr 2017
My demons came
marching like a band
into the night in chains.
Singing songs of the
promises I once made,
waving white flags
in scripted in blood
from the secrets
that was not mine
to keep.
TG Apr 2017
Scarlet leaves fall
gently gliding in the autumn air
withering away
with the bright hues of our passion
tears fall like petals in the wind.
TG Apr 2017
Ten thousand leaves fell
with a single wisp of air
that escaped from your lips
as you smile;

that is how rapturously I fell in love
with you.
TG Apr 2017
You find yourself from discovering the things you are not.

you are not what they call you.
you are what you call yourself.
you are not the things you failed at.
you are the lessons you learn from your experiences.
you are not the brands you wear.
you are the things you read to inform yourself.
you are not the circumstances you were born into.
you are what you make of your circumstances.
you are not depression, anxiety or eating disorder.
you are the every inch of the smile you wear despite that struggle.
you are not the people who left you behind.
you are the person you choose to become when they are gone.
you are not the ideals society imposes upon you.
you are the truth you honor despite what they tell you.
you are not the rubble they discarded.
you are the empire you built from the ruins they left behind.
TG Apr 2017
You rehearsed your lies
like incantations
weaving it into poetry,
reverberating iridescent
echoes upon my foolish heart.

...

"I love you"
"I want a lifetime of us"
"It was just once with her.. I promise."
TG Apr 2017
Arms to hold us up
when our legs buckle
from under us
and lips to kiss us
good morning.
TG Apr 2017
Scars
are lifes
Souvenir
For those who are
brave.
Lantern poetry.
TG Apr 2017
Spring rain hangs in the air
   she dances beneath the cherry blossoms
a storm of petals,
                    stars falling from her eyes,                    
a distant clap of thunder.
TG May 2017
A storm of petals
a cheery blossom blooming
hands barely touching
hearts in synchronicity
two strangers falling in love
A tanka
TG Apr 2017
beneath her lipstick
a cluster of stars gather
and explodes on him
TG Apr 2017
Feel the way pain
demands to be felt,
But do not count the
blows you've been dealt.
...
Get lost in the regret that
paints the dark sky,
Burn through intensity of
the anger as you fly.
...
Dance into the whispered
wish of a shooting star,
That lands safely upon
your healing scar.
...
You must not fret, I will
never gaze with disgust,
as you gallantly rise from
the ashes of your own stardust.
Sometimes feeling the way pain demands to be felt is how we heal.
...
How do you heal your yourself?
...
*feedback is greatly appreciated*
TG Apr 2017
I count the atoms in
the desert inside the hourglass
awaiting the day, we finally meet once more
as ashes returning among the stars.
TG Apr 2017
Grown ups don't tell you
why your father didn't come home that night
or
why he smelled of liquor
all the time.

Grown ups don't tell you
how the screams will become
marrow to your bones
and how heavy they weigh
as you walk yourself into
adulthood.
TG Apr 2017
As a writer, I learned to dance with
my demons at the typewriter,
and poetry is the song
of the struggle that ended
in an entwined embrace.

To understand,
the different dimensions
that tortures one's soul;
is the reason why I write.
That is the reason for my existence.
That is what freedom means to me.

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