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StarlightI walk along a road of dreams
stepping on stones of starry-eyed
alive for all my failings and
content for my lack of fulfillment
always uplifted and uplifting
upon this winding, wending
Treading on hope and faith with what
I can manage
as awash in lucidity
as the stellar nurseries of my
Would you believe that I saw it all with my
not my eyes
Almost (beautiful)I am not perfect
not like this sunrise
and I shall not live half as long
as the sun
nor shall I ever sing as softly
as does the wind through my hair
but I still
WondermentSome days, I find myself
the s e c o n d s
of my heart
what I could have
and a lot
l e s s
but all I can manage
. . . . . . .
I miss you
I love you
i love you
i love you
FaithSome times, I think I feel you
r e a c h ing out
in the stillness and the
but then I remember
and where you've gone
to reach for
not even me
Or so, that's what they tell me
Purity When I am alone
I am my most
and in my
pur i ty
b r o k e n
of what I
could have been
and it g a s
like this winter I
For being so
justit started out as a message of honest to god tears
honest to god honesty
and she was saying she was saying she was
a mistake and we were we were mistaking
meaningless signs for road signs to somewhere where
the great elsewhere
and a qu-quiet whisper-per transformed
twisted twisted and bent and bled and
her voice her voice became this monster this monster of
feedback and static and feedback and feedback and heartache
(the sound of heartache rips
the space between your ears till you are nothing
left but lightness and heaviness all in one space all in one space
and you can't breathe you can't breathe you can't
fucking breathe or hear or see or taste a goddamn thing)
it was all noise noise noise noise no-oise-se
bouncing in the fissures of a love-torn mind
and it was it was the sensation of falling
then the greatness of the jumbled sound
dissipated like a f o g
you saw along the path
Thoughts can surround you,
bombard and astound few
they start a new day,
and end in a way
that fill up our heads,
at night in our beds.
Thoughts can employ,
and often destroy
our hearts and our minds,
when they chose to rewind
the yesterday voices,
that were often unkind.
Thoughts can bring laughter,
to now and hereafter
or send us within,
in a giant tailspin
and dread coming out,
to a world full of doubt.
Thoughts can bring starts,
that can overflow hearts
when your love has survived,
amongst battles contrived
the one thought that stays,
Is that life's good, always!
I hope you are reading thisthe person I love loves music much too much
and the person I love loves that I love the quiet and easy days
loves that I like to stay up late (or early) till the birds sing of morning and
the person I love loves that I love to hold hands and hold a body but only when I know them fully
and the person I love loves listening to my songs and listening to my voice and to my poetry and stories
the person I love has songs to share too and a voice that melts my heart and words that mold it back into something nostalgia old and inspired new
and the person I love loves to look around and take it in once in a while and wonders why we can’t just run away to a secluded place in the forest with a cabin that harbors all of our needs, keeps you and me in a space apart where it rains when we’re sad because we would always be sad together and where the sun is warm on our skin when we are smiling together and laughing together because I made a spectacular pun out of seemingly nothing sp
apatothe ocean air is selling
moist and salty caresses
there is a metaphor to take
in each skimming wave
but I am tired so I
so I will
will let it rest
my turning mind
with the tides
with the gilled creatures
below the rhythmic surface
gulping gaping gas-gasping fish mouths
mine will open too and
open till wide enough
for the cry clenched in my
throat to caw-claw
its way out till I am
chorusing with the seagull
and if I fall
into the water now
it will envelop me
wrap its foam arms around
touch its crest to my head
kiss me dead
I will be complacent
in its sea indoctrination
this is how I will stay
above the darkness
infinite below me
Between Heaven and HellEveryone has a story to tell
The time and place the falls from grace.
We all walk at our own pace
forever attempting to win the illusionary race.
So I took the time, to sit and rewind....
granted pause to the cause, reflections of the mind.
Years upon years slowly drifted on by...
Journeys left behind slumbering alongside the road of unknown,
collecting dirt and debris, anxiously awaiting to be set free,
but could not flee...no one to save me and turn the key.
Everything has a time and a place within the enchanted space.
A story to tell of heaven and hell...
Realise this upon states of bliss,
In the beginning we all fell--in the end we all shall fall.
Can no longer ignore the ancient call.
GravityNot every man can prove their weight, their worth.
With dreams of wings I am forced to walk.
I wish to become the challenger of my own gravity,
To rise so much higher than fate will allow.
A wall of fate; nothing satisfies.
Just because I defy you, doesn't make me wrong.
The size of my deed will reflect my ego,
Project myself, I must become exactly what I want.
So gravity, I challenge you to keep me down,
I defy you to crush my wings!
In defiance I scream at my fate;
"I'll gain my wings and you'll keep your weight!"
words for the anxiousinescapable
fingers curled cage upon her face
lips, red and parted, shine through phalangeal bars
gentle nostril flair as she expels air
fluttering hair draped, touching tangled thoughts
draining darkness creeps up her throat , encompassing
her whole being to shake muscles aching and tensed by
her trembling chin
giving in to terror of some unknown threat
still present and reflected in wet eyes
tears trapped in surface tension shimmer
gasp over the lump in her throat
obstacles for oxygen
mind is losing
WolvesSick of the pack,The wolves,
Running and seeking while staying together,
Singularity Is none existent to you,
Strength in numbers,weakness In singles.
Throw your morals at my face,
When you're the one who forgot them,
I never swore loyalty to you,
And you have never shown me such a thing,
And yet I'm meant to be,
When I left you didn't even notice,
If I did stay would you know?
You can scream betrayal from your tower,
You can tell a story of my deeds,
Words are words and actions are real,
Saying something doesn't make It so.
With my actions I only grow,
With your words you'll have nothing to show,
When they forget their love for you,
You'll realize It was only pity.
Variable TruthI do not know my future
I cannot see the vagaries of
The ebbs and flows elude me
Yet, for all the uncertainties
in all the chaos of
souls lost and
there is one string that I can follow
one thread that shines for me and
that pulses in time with my heart
I swear, even across this expanse
I can almost see
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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