could have
May 22, 2014 § 1 Comment
have you ever felt like you couldn’t breath
and like the world was just a bit too small
for your strides, and the crowds were just a bit too stiff for your joy,
have you ever felt like that moment should have
been just enough, but the crowded room was just a bit too small
for what could have been?
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
Once
May 14, 2014 § Leave a comment
I often wonder
about sand and stars and if
they were once all one.
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.
Float
May 7, 2014 § Leave a comment
I try to freeze time
And place it far away
Suddenly, forcefully
Pause the seconds
Building to years
Bridges, moments
I try to write it all down
Find space for it
On an anchored ship
Battling an ocean
And those perfect moments
That somehow stay afloat
I sometimes worry
Are far too insignificant
To be carried by the waves
For much longer
rosepoems 