June 20, 2018
All I know is that if you reached out a hand
I would take it
every time.
Thursday, June 21, 2018
June 20, 2018
I remember love by blue light
two hands on the stick shift
unwilling to let go
A 17 second voicemail
in my ear for hours
holding on to anything
I know now, that was beginner’s love
yet with this seasoned heart
the thrill is the same
two hands on the stick shift
unwilling to let go
A 17 second voicemail
in my ear for hours
holding on to anything
I know now, that was beginner’s love
yet with this seasoned heart
the thrill is the same
Friday, June 8, 2018
June 7, 2018 Again
How does one resume normalcy
Knowing that there is a creature like you in this world?
Knowing that there is a creature like you in this world?
June 7, 2018
Me, the eloquent poet, lost without words
Me, when trying to describe You, left stuck
You, who is made of starlight and something divine
You, who leaves me wordless and incapable
You seem to be made of a substance undefinable
and if I could somehow bottle you up
to keep you cool and safe in a cellar
I would spend my life collecting.
Call me a connoisseur of Love.
Me, when trying to describe You, left stuck
You, who is made of starlight and something divine
You, who leaves me wordless and incapable
You seem to be made of a substance undefinable
and if I could somehow bottle you up
to keep you cool and safe in a cellar
I would spend my life collecting.
Call me a connoisseur of Love.
Sunday, December 17, 2017
December 2017
Last time I 'just ran with it'
I ended up running away from home
Running away from those who cared
Running towards shining lights
Of a city I didn't want to live in
And now that I've had my time resting these splinted legs
I wonder if true love isn't about running
I wonder if love is meant to be gentle
A peaceful walk, hand in hand
Stopping to skip the rocks along your path
Surely, love isn't a sprint
I believe it is much, much more lasting than that
I ended up running away from home
Running away from those who cared
Running towards shining lights
Of a city I didn't want to live in
And now that I've had my time resting these splinted legs
I wonder if true love isn't about running
I wonder if love is meant to be gentle
A peaceful walk, hand in hand
Stopping to skip the rocks along your path
Surely, love isn't a sprint
I believe it is much, much more lasting than that
Sunday, December 10, 2017
November sometime, 2017
Softly, oh softly
With your messy eyes
Comb through mine
With your gentle sighs
On your honey lips
Drop my name
Touch my mind
Say sweet things
Softly, oh softly
By the morning
We might lose the feeling
Of static in the dark
So keep this connection
The beat of our hearts
With your messy eyes
Comb through mine
With your gentle sighs
On your honey lips
Drop my name
Touch my mind
Say sweet things
Softly, oh softly
By the morning
We might lose the feeling
Of static in the dark
So keep this connection
The beat of our hearts
Tuesday, December 5, 2017
Mind
december 5, 2017
My mind is like a river
Swirling, frothing, plunging
Over rocks and rapids of emotion vs. objectivism
Pushing and playing with the wavering branches of ideas
Which are embedded in the pebbly sand below
Til it breaks free, tumbling in interpretations
Between two boulders, a leaf floats lazily in a circle
Repeating the path it has seen
Along the bend of memories, peat moss grows
Soft and forgiving
Light sparkles on the flicking droplets of curiosity
And the brook breaking off sings of hope downstream
A river is not what it was a month ago
The water flowing on its path
you may never meet again
Through years, course changes with ecosystical shifts
Yet the river is the same river
The one you can spend your summers in
Like the child in you once did
This river is home
My mind is like a river
Swirling, frothing, plunging
Over rocks and rapids of emotion vs. objectivism
Pushing and playing with the wavering branches of ideas
Which are embedded in the pebbly sand below
Til it breaks free, tumbling in interpretations
Between two boulders, a leaf floats lazily in a circle
Repeating the path it has seen
Along the bend of memories, peat moss grows
Soft and forgiving
Light sparkles on the flicking droplets of curiosity
And the brook breaking off sings of hope downstream
A river is not what it was a month ago
The water flowing on its path
you may never meet again
Through years, course changes with ecosystical shifts
Yet the river is the same river
The one you can spend your summers in
Like the child in you once did
This river is home
Monday, December 4, 2017
December, 2017
I want to share all about me with you
To see a sparkle of wonder in your eyes
That you yourself recognized
But I must tread softly, oh softly
For this heart has been handled
And to look in your face
Might tug at heartstrings
That haven't yet been restitched
To see a sparkle of wonder in your eyes
That you yourself recognized
But I must tread softly, oh softly
For this heart has been handled
And to look in your face
Might tug at heartstrings
That haven't yet been restitched
Thursday, November 2, 2017
November 2017
With a heart like mine you must be cautious not to lose it
To every lovely thought that charms its way into my dreams
I've a heart that sees beauty in the mud
And I fall for every smile
But casting love like roses down the wedding aisle
Only gets trampled by those more fortunate than I
Wednesday, October 25, 2017
August 31, 2017
Reflection of my heartbreak
Standing in front of me
Fractured eyes crying in the soft light
Oh love, take what you need
When you can't breathe
I've also held that breath
Piece by piece falls your world on the floor
My heart feels the aftershock of each crash
Every tear that shatters on the pavement
Is a hundred of my own
Still, as the time rolls on
Impervious to the sonic wave of destruction
There is nothing to do, except feel
Standing in front of me
Fractured eyes crying in the soft light
Oh love, take what you need
When you can't breathe
I've also held that breath
Piece by piece falls your world on the floor
My heart feels the aftershock of each crash
Every tear that shatters on the pavement
Is a hundred of my own
Still, as the time rolls on
Impervious to the sonic wave of destruction
There is nothing to do, except feel
October 25, 2017
Heartache on the brain again
Feeling all the pain again
Passing through the yellow lights
Turning, slowing, dipping, going
Dark and cold and breath and home
Textures of tonight
Have you ever met someone so real, you think they're not?
They spin you in their bonfire sighs and addendumize your heart
Lovers in the window
A balcony room, watching from outside
Drop note lights, corner vine finds
Answers spoken by a friend
Pouring, raining inside
Do you ever meet a sight that stirs your heart?
Like magic right before your eyes
Like this is where it starts
These are the nights people write about
Citing the diamonds on each lamppost
Thing is, it's okay to cry about
Swing set, can't forget ghosts
Certainly there's certainty that you've got to turn the wheel
Decide which way to go
Darling, tonight we're truly real
Feeling all the pain again
Passing through the yellow lights
Turning, slowing, dipping, going
Dark and cold and breath and home
Textures of tonight
Have you ever met someone so real, you think they're not?
They spin you in their bonfire sighs and addendumize your heart
Lovers in the window
A balcony room, watching from outside
Drop note lights, corner vine finds
Answers spoken by a friend
Pouring, raining inside
Do you ever meet a sight that stirs your heart?
Like magic right before your eyes
Like this is where it starts
These are the nights people write about
Citing the diamonds on each lamppost
Thing is, it's okay to cry about
Swing set, can't forget ghosts
Certainly there's certainty that you've got to turn the wheel
Decide which way to go
Darling, tonight we're truly real
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