spitting out words, seeing where they end up, reflecting back at me gazing tender smiles and tearful sentiments. moments are to be cherished. like all is well with the sun and moon, nights on the beach with ocean waves saying farewell for another well done day. no matter what happened. no matter the successes. because [...]
you struck me as nice, a sweet sound from the guitar, the pink shade from sunsets a sweater I wear for feeling freedom in the comfort.
it's the silence that I noticed. a quietness that ears distrust. a phantom hum from the fridge a flick from the ceiling lights is having time in the moment. when it goes slow.
the subtleties linger heavy like the humidity after the rainstorm on summer nights when crickets never die. laughter and pleasantries mask the deep cracks in foundation make-up covers the bare skin of sins.
my heart etched out the last several weeks. storms brewed and sunsets soothed. the windows encapsulated all the freedom. i sat on the train compelled to write you. desire spread its wings and it flew high above in the thoughtful clouds of wonder. how are you?
I had to walk across the pond, Without the heavy gear, Without fancy boots Or a canoe to sit in. Wading through Step by step. I met others, Crossing like me. With or without a friend. Silently and triumphantly As each sunset set And each day the sun rose. There was no choice. Like a [...]
the spare bedroom bare without walls. it was open across the kitchen shaded with old curtains lamps without shades thoughts without words hearts without feelings don't live like this, please. build something better. be something more. fill your heart until it's overwhelmed take care of all that is you of all that is your life [...]
It's the energy they showed me. Their inner beauty that comes out during the most honest times. The purest, truest moments of reflection. I am in love with this. I am in love with connecting to the warmth of the human being. For so long, I think people forget how it is to be kind. [...]
The bundles of letters completely alone, means nothing. They are jumbled in piles like junk in a thrift store, until we find meaning within them. We match the ones that make sense to us and we formulate something concrete. Something we can use. Something we can rely on. Words aren't just words to me anymore. [...]
a fatherless child, wrecked. filled emotions ignored, mother towards another. son towards the sun, he ran towards a light. escaping for new life. looking back now, tears fill his eyes decades of thoughts. pours through like tea simmered long enough release the steam, cools. achievements are long overdue from hard work a heated home, home-cooked [...]
romanticism isn't so beautiful, it can be so heartbreaking in depths that cannot be seen. from fine cracks of foundation air and dust sift through in-between the wedges. creating new shapes within destroying from before signs of past erased.
stress has nabbed me, captured me while I sleep, wakes me into an instant, tense ball of yarn. it suffocates me until I resist no longer. until I gather enough energy to fight it and kick it at the right spots to let me run away but always in the darkness never in the light. [...]
I am desperate to write. Desert winds on my internal soul, I want a refreshing way to revive myself. To put words onto the proverbial paper. I've already sunk my teeth into the sappy generic wordings. Ones we've recited to ourselves and heard others speak so fluently like singing annoying pop songs and commercial jingles. [...]