it falls through the glow of the silvery trees
building a cover under the breeze
luminous lights sparkle and hatch
snow pack high on the briar patch
pine cones fall from majestic fir
squirrel and robin rustle and stir
sitka spruce at tunnel bluffs
ravens roost on cedar rough
dusted peaks at hurley pass
snowline cuts the avalanche
fox and lynx are on the prowl
hollow eyes from spotted owl
cool winds up the valley trail
whirling snow from diamond vale
chilling flakes in candle hands
moonlight shines across the land
northern lights in krypton green
the sounds of verve are bitter sweet
curtains hang on a cold dark sky
counting stars, a lullaby
it's very much easy to say
that today is the day
wherein you no longer
have feelings that grows fonder
for him— who you loved freely
but indeed so genuinely.
but your challenge
is to look at his every edge
and the way he laughs and smile
without asking for a while
if you still love him for real;
you should then infer
that you are now happier
without him— to whom you gave your all,
though from him you only got a downfall.
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and holding hands tight
as if the world's end was in sight.
late night chats
mixed with early morning tears
as i poured my heart out to your soul-filled ears.
each day i awoke
i knew that you cared
but as the days passed your attention grew bare.
now the morning comes
and i reach to my phone
hopeful that one day you'll soon return
so maybe, just maybe
I wont be alone.
It could be the comprehensive blow
of short sharp needles to my torso,
or the merciless ache
of looking at a sunflower with one eye shut,
or the unrelenting urgency to walk
the map of another.
there are spaces,
where leaves use to be,
and now afternoon air moves between,
and there are dusty birds,
who flutter to the sound of the rain.
Those fierce green eyes,
Saw a lot of your sad times.
Pretty little white flowers,
All those sickening forevers.
They enjoy smoking on the right timing,
While you're smoking when you're dying.
Your mother like the monkeys and you like the bears.
Oh little one, all you need is heartfelt prayers.
I'm really sorry for letting you down,
How can I change that frown?
Straight and fast while it lasts.
This poem is about one of my favorite books, Looking for Alaska.
Last sleep in day of holiday
White linen sheets
In an all white room
Two stir slowly
As winter day breaks
Fingers trace along lines
Till hands open unto curves
Skin awakens before eyes
Warmth beckons our movement
As instinct guides
On a January morn
in the thin and
dark hours of morning
every one of us
resilience is built in yellow
golden stars against organza.
my resilience was bred in me
blood tinged gold by stars.
(you've left my heart too many times
for me to trust you)
and like the cold of january i fought you.
i faced your burdensome eyes
and walked along frozen streets against you
just to feel
the resilience you offered me.
nails and knuckles and your cold days
until I knew this was
how I would leave
what is life to an estranged fisherman who catches shells
but knees held up by strings
sullied and winterbleak
and armless orions
and bar-of-red-soap memories
marred inside a confetti tin can?
i am programmed for a slap or two
down at the old public yard sale
where two cents buys a soul
and a thousand useless words
i have lifted all my woes
from inside the battery cavity
of all my clocks
how they ticked and tocked
and every spring upon the
arrival of ants and mildew
i fold myself into a paper swan
perched atop atticjunk
seen from the circular window
stiff and sullen
Capricornian don’t mind me. I can’t live as you.
As you have the highest of standards always.
Peridot,Garnets, Agate or Turquoise to wear
Ruby’s grace a beautiful young maidens hair.
I can see the jewels in your eyes as you smile.
Carnelian stones or Malachite for soul healing
Or Jet ,Smokey Quartz or shiny Black Onyx.
Red Garnets,Blue Aragonite,Green Tourmaline
Nonsuch is the birth symbol ,graceful as thee
Written by Philip.
December 19th 2018.
Capricorn as a zodiacal sign.
As brutal as a desert drought!
Baren lands, hungry crops and starving mouths.
31 days seems like 62.
A neverending nightmare.
It is a marauding scavenger.
Devouring all that cross its path.
It starts off good with a lot of hope.
Before reality dawns and the struggle begins.
Each new day we limp forward.
The first day of the year
Worked at a clothes shop
Quit after not even two weeks
All the customers looks like you.
Continue being a teacher to little kids
Learn how to prepare milk
Busy and hard
But still thinking of you.
How about you
About your day and study
Is the exam still hard like you told
Do you find someone new to talk with.
One text is enough
Lets talk like before
January is good
But it's nothing without you.