As the sun sets, I lie here awake
The purple mist rolls in
filling my lungs with acrid breaths of your name
fogging my head with visions
and infecting my lifeblood
for after months of living clean
once again I am held captive
and your eyes haunt my psyche
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Friday, November 27, 2015
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Burn
I hope the longing for what once was
burns through your nights
and echos endlessly in your days
like it does mine
November 25, 2015
Waiting for you is like picking petals from a flower
I love you, I love you not
though whichever petal I end on
The blossom is still dead
I love you, I love you not
though whichever petal I end on
The blossom is still dead
Sunday, November 15, 2015
November 15, 2015
Oh, I wonder
Did I spur your heart to song
like you filled my soul with words?
And if I did,
have the harmonies ceased?
Did I spur your heart to song
like you filled my soul with words?
And if I did,
have the harmonies ceased?
Thursday, November 12, 2015
The Stairs of Life
November 6, 2015.
Beijing, China
He looked up at the mountain, looming large and high,
Took a breath of determination, and ascended the Stairs of Life
Legs pumping, heart beating, he focused on the steps
Moving fast and planning on what he would do next
There were others on the Stairs, but he didn't learn their names
He preferred solitude for speed, he couldn't afford to play games
He reached the top triumphantly and finally looked around
The views were truly spectacular, but views were all he found
"I made it here the fastest," he recognized with pride,
But he sat and waited lonely, with no one by his side
After what seemed like ages, others came along
Laughing and singing together, he sat and viewed the throng
They had scars and bumps and bruises, but joy was in their eyes
And what they started telling him took him by surprise
They told tales of peaks and canyons, of rivers, rocks, and trees
Of the respite they found sitting in the pleasurable mountain breeze
The things that they were saying, he didn't understand
How did they climb the Stairs while they saw all this new land?
They had left the Stairs and safety, the hillside to explore
They had never imagined what the mountain had in store
They found unlikely friends and family they never thought they would
They developed skills and talents they never knew they could
While they did fall injured, they learned who truly cared
For they found what really mattered when they were lost and scared
Though they weren't the fastest hikers, more happiness was theirs
For you miss all the adventure if you focus on the stairs.
Beijing, China
He looked up at the mountain, looming large and high,
Took a breath of determination, and ascended the Stairs of Life
Legs pumping, heart beating, he focused on the steps
Moving fast and planning on what he would do next
There were others on the Stairs, but he didn't learn their names
He preferred solitude for speed, he couldn't afford to play games
He reached the top triumphantly and finally looked around
The views were truly spectacular, but views were all he found
"I made it here the fastest," he recognized with pride,
But he sat and waited lonely, with no one by his side
After what seemed like ages, others came along
Laughing and singing together, he sat and viewed the throng
They had scars and bumps and bruises, but joy was in their eyes
And what they started telling him took him by surprise
They told tales of peaks and canyons, of rivers, rocks, and trees
Of the respite they found sitting in the pleasurable mountain breeze
The things that they were saying, he didn't understand
How did they climb the Stairs while they saw all this new land?
They had left the Stairs and safety, the hillside to explore
They had never imagined what the mountain had in store
They found unlikely friends and family they never thought they would
They developed skills and talents they never knew they could
While they did fall injured, they learned who truly cared
For they found what really mattered when they were lost and scared
Though they weren't the fastest hikers, more happiness was theirs
For you miss all the adventure if you focus on the stairs.
Whimsy
From pennies and pies and pigeons
to teacups and timing and tents
sometimes alliteration is alluring
but most times it doesn't make sense
to teacups and timing and tents
sometimes alliteration is alluring
but most times it doesn't make sense
Monday, November 9, 2015
November 9, 2015
If I could create my visions such beauty would there be
For my mind frequents places the human mind can't see
These mortal fingers fail me to animate all I feel
And though I can't explain it doesn't mean that it's not real
For my mind frequents places the human mind can't see
These mortal fingers fail me to animate all I feel
And though I can't explain it doesn't mean that it's not real
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
November 4, 2015
The problem is,
everyone cares too much about what others think,
and not enough about how others feel.
everyone cares too much about what others think,
and not enough about how others feel.
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