"apears" poems
what a pretty sky
on a pretty day
not a cloud in the sky
the sun beams down
a single cloud
on a pretty day
alone
the sun beams down
perhaps I am the cloud
alone by myself
never surrounded by peers
a spot of paint
perhaps you are the sun
with me
pulling me up
hugging me
the universe turns
with you
orbiting a centerpiece
we can't name
a lone cloud
on a pretty day
no other in the sky
the sun beams down
another cloud apears
no more loners
in the sky
the sun beams down
perhaps you are the sun
and I am the cloud
how do you feel
I am not with you
the universe turns
you tear me apart
we grow big
you grow dark
rain in the sky
on a windy day
so many cloud in the sky
no sun beams
perhaps I am the clouds
and you are the sun
I move on
you continue to turn
a pretty sky
on a pretty day
no cloud in the sky
the sun beams down
the sun beams on
the universe turns
the sun beams on
the sun beams
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 7:09 PM UTC
The road was shiny slick with glissoning rain as I flew down the highway,
Owl city's voices hymed through the poors of my radio,
"When I'm far too tird to fall asleep" they say,
A car rushes round the corner so I switch my lights to low.
A Buzz or two,
A twinckle light luminates the middle concile,
U coming home baby? We miss you:(
Heh,
I miss u2
A little girl goldest hair you can think of pops into my head,
"Daddy" she says arm streched wide inviting,
"Welcome home, Daddy," the lovliest women you'd ever seen said,
I walk in and the aroma of chiken, mash patatos, and fresh cut bean meet me I'm home in time for supper that's supprizing.
God it's so late,
My headlights chase after the yellow dashed line,
Buzz When you get hom we should go on a d8
22 miles till home says the sign.
Such a long drive,
but to where I'm going it's worth it,
into bed's the first place I'll dive,
all the rain glows like a candle that's lit.
Buzz We can't wait 2c u:)
Reply me 2
I set me phone on the dashboard as I start to round the mountian's sleek edges,
Rain sets the road like ice,
Buzz! I love you;)
In the distance apears yellow wedges,
My breaks are squeaking mice.
Hydroplaning we lose control,
My head bashes gainst the air bag,
driffting away is my soul,
Head hung eyes sag.
Buzz I love you
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 11:01 PM UTC
another night sparks the dark to light,
a family is seen.
a home, a job, a life
u begin to search for the thunder.
only to find the other path is chosen.
things make sense as u see him.
an unexpected smile apears on ur lips
knowin that happiness has grown
with the comfort of a home.
u still wonder wat caused the confusion.
thinkin bak u wonder.
what was so appealing to this path
the other was so thrilling.
but just a phase.
somethin that wasnt real.
time to wake.
u look next to u.
hes asleep still.
he snores and twitches.
u smile and no wakin up to anythin different
would never b right.
u stop to think of what if.
if the thunder was chosen wat would happen
u no ull always b curious.
always wantin another taste.
always able to enjoy its presence.
but nothin will change wats meant to b
no matter how thrillin thunder can b.
ur heart is taken...and thats that
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 3:49 AM UTC
In the darkness I feel the cool comforting embrace
the reality is I invited the demons that I chase
over grown with the thoughts of days gone by
the dove of peace can no longer fly
the moon beams have become my sun
all good things left undone
living just to live another day
all the dreams I had, now given away
on my face a smirk apears
amidst the lines from all these years
I worked hard to get where I am at
no suprise I feel like a tire gone flat
I will always be the awful taste that never leaves
the lurking doubt that confuses and decieves
you know me all to well and it's not by coincidents
I am your lack of self confidence
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 7:43 AM UTC
"When you look at me baby, what do you see?"
You said, as you softly rest you hand on my knee.
Briefly, my eyes broke free from your piercing glare and as if my mind was gasping for air,
I gently ran my hand through your hair, still feeling the warmth on my face from your stare,
With a low, mellow voice and a sigh, I finally found the words to speak.
"Darling, if only you knew how often this question comfronts me, how often this question has silenced me. With every passing day I share with you beside me, this question. apears in my mind and slowly
it cripples me."
I could see the confusion grow in your eyes as your mind danced in disbelief.
"You see, this question has not haunted me daily because of an answer I fear, if that were the case my thoughts would be clear.
This question repeats in my head with asnwers that have no end,
It digs deeper with every glimpse of understanding, accounting for many nights without sleep.
This question I think, is meant to be answered another day.
Not today, this question can only be answered when there are no other days ahead of me."
I let my hand brush against your cheek slighty, just before resting under your chin.
Lightly I lift your face towards mine and just before our lips meet, I softly say.
"So baby, let me hold on to this answer,
let it grow within me. Just as my love for you grows with each passing day, the light i see in your eyes grows elegantly. When our days together finally reach their end and we lay our heads down to sleep. I will take your hand once again, look into your eyes and explain every detail of this angel I see before me, then I will kiss your lips one last time. Laying you to rest with a smile as we close our eyes …"
A question without an end, can only be answered, once you reach the end..."
- Brandon Stephenson
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
I've lost my way once again
Just reached another dead end
No right
No left
No signals ahead
To show me where to go
There is never a clear path
To my destiny
For the rest of me
No one is here by my side
To show me the way
So I stand here all alone
Waiting for eternity
Until a trail apears
A trail for me to walk on
Walk on alone
Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 11:56 PM UTC
Two black moons
Eclipse two green suns
Sending light green rays
Across sea blue skies.
Yes,
Those are my eyes
Overgrown black forest
Covers a landscape
Of sharp features,
With cold, hard angles.
Yes,
That is my face
Tall and gangly
Lost and confused.
Awkward, out of place
With the rest of the room
Sigh,
That is me
Staring at the mirror
Looking at the portrait
Of someone obviously me
But yet feels like it's not.
I can see the freshness
Stripped off of his face
As the years fly by
Traveling backwards
Through time
He is taller, darker.
Gone are his innocent eyes,
Relaced with olive brown.
Gone is his light colored hair,
Replaced with coarse black.
His very essence is power
Power at the price of blood,
He is a strong figure,
One to be respected
I see coluseum sands
Become metallic floors.
A new figure apears
He is clean shave.
He has light blond hair
And nearly translucent skin.
His eyes are steel gray,
Cold, calculating
He is a scientist
With an upturned nose
He's known to keep intelligence
Right next to arrogance.
All this
And much more
Is what I can see
When I look in the mirror,
But I can never see me,
Too ashamed, not satisfied
With being just me.
Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 11:03 AM UTC
The prairie lies still for the first time I’ve ever seen. The wheat stands tall stoically soaking up the golden rays. No clouds are seen today. Then the wind so beautiful so kind and gentle apears. I see her across the quilt of amber and gold. She starts to dance gracefully sweeping her way closer. As she leaps the quilt quivers under her feet bowing down to the prima ballerina that transforms the motionless quilt into a sea of amber and light. The wind dances gracefully across her stage of golden waves. As she leaps I catch a glimpse of her eyes. So gentle and beautiful yet deep down inside such fury that burns in her sole with one graceful grand jeté rocks crumble from the sides of mountains. With one pirouette a vortex of mass destruction. With one duet wind and water leave ruble in their wake. I see the raw unforgiving power behind her eyes yet I love the wind as she tenderly caresses my face. I can’t help but to dance with her.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 12:53 PM UTC