The Forgotten Prayer
May 2, 2014 § 4 Comments
simple words
enchantments
of thought
& meaning
shared in a past life
thoughts that once spun
now only living on tinted paper
could they change
everything
if a poet brought the world to its knees
with splashes of ink in lovely lines
tears across a blank canvas
would we be free from chains of hate
and kiss liberty
without concern
if we heard those words
would we be unafraid
and let our feet stray from the ground
float away to a nameless paradise
and find within a prayer
something to believe in
would the world let love be
if we listened to the words
splattered on paper
from the minds
of forgotten souls
would we stray from our own phantoms
fear less
live more
for each other
could words change everything
if we only listened.
Sun
May 1, 2014 § Leave a comment
the way life shines
is in the simplicity
of the sun’s daily rising
Hearts
April 30, 2014 § Leave a comment
Your soft heartbeat heard
through your skin, my ear rested
against you, I’m with you
Remember
April 30, 2014 § Leave a comment
I thought about you
flipping through a story held between pages
different than the ones I wrote before,
this one holds questions and pauses
created in rushed script,
of a time far away but filled
with clarity and a foreign place
we were two separate people, but together
we felt, and perhaps we still do
and I can’t help but think
that the things that change the most
in life aren’t the people,
but in fact, the memories
Lemon Tree
April 29, 2014 § 1 Comment
A lemon from above
Came falling from the sky
A perfect yellow orb
Promptly hit me in the eye
I was gazing overhead
Making friends with clouds
When my peaceful state was ended
With a jolt of something sour
I thought about the odds
Of such a strange occurrence
All the eyes it could have hit
And it chose mine to cause disturbance
But I guess it’s all perspective
It’s not really all about me
For when life throws you lemons
At least it’s not you falling from the tree
Forever
April 25, 2014 § 2 Comments
If forever could fit
in the palm of my hand,
then I’d take your hand
in mine.
Because I’d never want forever
to be without you,
it’d be an enormous waste
of time.
A Coexistence
April 23, 2014 § Leave a comment
Does it ever strike you
as a sort of strange
and wonderful miracle,
that the number of hours
our world falls to darkness
only lit by distant rocks,
and the number of hours
our bodies fall into slumber
only stirred by dawn’s first light,
are the same? As if the world
and we, are purposefully in sync
with one another,
as if the sun’s light propels
our beating hearts,
while the moon’s glow guides
our most profound dreams.
Paper
April 22, 2014 § 1 Comment
There’s something magical
about paper, crisp and new
unmarked and full
of possibility
and there’s nothing
quite so simple but grand
as a brand new pen
with just enough point
with just enough ink
and the artful flick of a wrist
the turn of a finger, a stain emerges
the paper, imperfect, but full
of something personal
full of a meaning
that makes imperfection
into something beautiful
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