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.
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 [...]
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've forgotten where the road began was it somewhere by home? how did we get here? eating up all we had without documents to tell us. independence is free, unless you give in. no one truly owns things & people.
I've been spent Empty pockets Holes in the corners Running low on fuel. Change leaves my hands As quickly as time lands. Searching for two dollar bills Seeking in an abyss of darkness. Foolish teens spend silver dollars Found in old treasure chests Made of oak and redwood Trees of our dynasties sung Without being [...]
gaze in the rising sun, shading edges of lightness increasing positivity by a moment to moment toward greatness above it all every day.
the weight of you hand on mine, whispers from your voice clings. the nearness of your being being held so tightly feels like being alive. like being loved. to be loved. to love. the smirk that hangs on your face, makes the visage just right. how we walk out of pace, our differences in height [...]
the box hidden in the corner, unlocked and open. within were things left behind, looked so fragile, untouched. seeing memories that weren't mine, i learned it was what she took, not what she left behind that mattered to her most. ------- there is so much emphasis on the things one has. the things one wears [...]
Beautiful Day with wind tastes. Wisps of hair along Curious eyes. Overlooking calming waters, Ripples from swimming ducks. Beautiful Night with quiet wonder. Life caresses with dreams Warming souls.
be wings fly changes fate each movement a world to create