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?

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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.

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

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