train

May 20, 2014 § 1 Comment

a haunting whistle
echoing across cities
is night’s lonely voice

Terra Firma

May 16, 2014 § 3 Comments

Hold the earth reverent
in the palm of your hand,
for without its surface
legs could not stand

Bury its darkness
and inevitable plight,
for its surface only gives
without any respite

Such is our great vale
a giver of accord,
of which we never truly realize
til the last of it is poured

Caught

May 14, 2014 § 2 Comments

like your wild eyes
I never stopped running
toward the dancing flame

On the tragedy of words

May 14, 2014 § 1 Comment

The tragedy of words
is simply the many
that remain unsaid
the eras of feeling
and novels of truth
and epics of heroism
caught within
nets of hesitance
they struggle and pry
trying to find
a way to pour out
freed from reluctance
without fear of effect
they wish, but remain
and the tragedy
remains too

Tune

May 14, 2014 § 1 Comment

the same song
every time, a familiar sound
pushing me swiftly through
a tunnel of light on runaway pavement
turning time into traveled miles
and wind, sharp and cold and alive
making hair dance and lifting
hands skyward, that same song
we played that nervous night
in the rain, I always hear it when
I see superheroes and blue dice
and parking lots at night, a road ahead
and stars

Mom

May 12, 2014 § 1 Comment

How many times
have you taken my hand
and led me swiftly
toward a haven of comfort

How often
have you assured me
that despite my broken heart
life is still wonderful

How is it that
you give so selflessly
every single day
and never run out of love

How many times
have you told me
that I am good enough
and made me believe it too

For how many hours
have you listened
and listened and hugged
at exactly the right moment

How can I tell you
how much your guidance means,
for teaching me to be joyful and thankful
and most importantly, kind

How can I thank you
for loving me always
and so unconditionally
every single day of my life

I love you Mom
-S

the search

May 8, 2014 § 2 Comments

inspiration rests
on roses and mountain tops,
between storied pages and hemispheres,
among rushed crowds and hands held,
it comforts prayerful knees,
and falls in time with pouring rain,
it’s the voice on the other end,
and the stars on my dashboard,
and it rests quietly, profoundly,
always before us,
but always within.

catch

May 8, 2014 § Leave a comment

it was never all at once
it was better that way
like the paper plane
you floated toward me
veering east, then west
and eventually landing
in my outstretched hands

Inquiry

May 4, 2014 § 1 Comment

Does anyone else ever wonder
what time really means?
And what if everything in this life
is just a figment of our dreams?
If there was nothing, anywhere,
then what would even be?
And why is it that our life story
is just one incredible mystery?

companion

May 2, 2014 § 3 Comments

to understand
another, is so beautiful
and complex. we try
our whole lives
each and every day
to connect and find
a common ground
that somehow joins
the island of theirs
with yours. it’s purely
remarkable
when our tiresome search
suddenly relents. we spy
that small expanse
of terrain, shared space,
and we want to lay
on that welcome ground
for hours,
maybe even years
discovering what brought
us to this place
and wondering, with intensity,
how we can keep it
like this
forever

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