dreamer
September 27, 2016 § Leave a comment
every thought becomes caught
on the next in my mind
it’s a web chasing time
in a tangle of silk
that falls from my grip
gently tugging at reality
the outline catches light
and a path intercepts
only to be swept away
by tessellations of sound
and thoughts that surround
thoughts of what should be
but what about me?
perspective
April 10, 2016 § Leave a comment
from here,
the expansive sky appears still,
a serene pool of black
spilling over with eyes
as twinkling stars, their light spreads
across our faces, their depth remains
a mystery, as we look up
from here.
like us,
they misalign, wander,
fade, become lost in blinding waves of black,
it’s a wonder they can breath,
it’s a wonder they find the surface
of our small rock
their light swimming through
the depths of their lonely home
positioned so far, they find
enough light, always,
to radiate
through space
through years
through lifetimes
through innumerable expanses of darkness.
their light dives down
all the way
to us,
to here,
spilling perspective
across our eyes
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 § 1 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.
to rise
December 9, 2014 § 5 Comments
those rows of roses
all sowed just so, sewed
with thread, they were tread
in a path just so
and we ambled through as anglers
searching madly, blindly
through the murk, the dark
in a sea, we couldn’t see
we sang songs in our blindness
forcing fallacy filled fantasies
and what we read in the dark turned red
like those roses
but thankfully with care
we came up for air
above it all,
we rose
seasonal
December 4, 2014 § 1 Comment
when it’s dark
too early, and I’m driving home from work
my headlights guiding my car’s path
I always wish for spring
but suddenly I worry
that when spring arrives
and it rains
too much, and I’m driving home from work
my wipers guiding my car’s path
I will always wish for fall
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