perspective

April 10, 2016 § Leave a comment

from here,
up there appears of beauty,

expanses of galactic perfection.
but the stars misalign

like us. but they find enough light

to radiate through space
and time, through innumerable expanses

from up there
all the way to here.

 

into the sea

November 8, 2015 § Leave a comment

it’s a pull that feels like the tide

rushing backward into the sea, so quickly

that the seashell you reached for was overcome

by its grip and pulled with the foam

the sand and the brush, slipping

from your fingers backwards

into the sea

Here

April 7, 2015 § Leave a comment

If it weren’t for the beauty
that fear often inspires
We would think the time lost
That this emotion requires

But experiencing life so deeply
Makes it such a lovely maze
The pureness of emotion
Gives wonder to our days

So treat your thought with care
And it may change its hue
But know that casting it away
Is impossible to do

Accepting it for what it is
And letting it just be
Gives calm to all the chaos
And let’s our minds dance free

For worry does inspire
And fear can change our view
We’re all in this together
The world is here for you

Catch

April 7, 2015 § Leave a comment

I wish that life’s answers
Would fall to you like rain
And you could catch them in your hand
And never doubt again.

sight.

March 24, 2015 § Leave a comment

perhaps it was the night before last, when I saw it behind my eyelids  swimming amongst my confusing dreams.

or perhaps it was dancing on my ceiling when my phones persistent hum woke me this morning. 

or maybe I saw it painted on the road, etched into a metal sign, emblazoned by a plane into the afternoon sky, when I was driving from here to somewhere.

but i saw it so very clearly, like a new and wonderful color, like a siren interrupting your sleep, like jumping into the air and landing in a pool of icy water.

and it was so unbearably bright,

I couldn’t stop staring.

the unknown

March 17, 2015 § Leave a comment

it never reveals its face
yet it wraps its fingers
around your mind
pleading for you to think
only of its grip
it prods at your heart
making it flutter at its touch
of uncertainty
it never lets go
as your legs walk
in its darkened direction
and it knows
it’s own poetic structure
as it whispers
words of doubt to the confident
and the cautious
latches onto the hands of the sure
and the hurried,
the harried, the calm
and pulls them all into its arms
and when they arrive they never know,
because the air breathes the same
and the sky looks just as clear

feather

December 16, 2014 § Leave a comment

most days I’m a feather clinging to the wing of a multicolored bird
quivering from the wind, but always returning to the place where I belong
blending and fading with the soft abyss of surrounding comfort, I wait.

some days I’m the multicolored bird piercing the sky
flying with the wind, at such a height that makes my colors melt
into one single, perfect hue, blending into the welcome air, I soar.

but today I am the sky, an expanse filled with possibility, with fear
propelling the wind, but quivering and melting, fading and flying
I don’t leave or return because I’m already here, so I breathe.

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