leave the doubt on your way in,
take off your shoes, relax.
it’s okay here,
ill intentions do not exist.
we’ll eat some nice dessert,
watch some mindless television
and chat about life’s deepest questions.
trust is given
happiness is forever
loving is as natural as breathing.
This photograph was taken earlier this year. Unfortunately, the flowers are no longer around, but the stems are still hanging strong!
It’s unclear
When the end
Is the end.
But our roots stay
Through eternity
By the stems
We grow
And the mark
We leave behind.
Invincible is you
Build like pieces
Of Lego blocks
Assembled, then torn
Scattered and whole.
Strength, not perfection
Is seen through actions
Valued and meaningful
Through broken hearts
Mended through love.
Was it something I said?
Insecurities flare
From the distance.
Teenage angst formulates
Passive aggressive simulations
Stop motion of emotions.
Drama in several acts
Cringe, embarrassment
Blush daily make-up routines.
In the city
Designed by a sharp architect,
The buildings have a bit of angles,
Mirrors and glass intertwine
Reflections and clear glass remain
The main foci of perspective.
In the forest
Beyond the shadows of cloaked
Mountain peaks and waterfalls,
Mists of opaque steam and clouds
Blur and distort the possibilities yet
Boundaries go boundless and free.
This is my take on how I see the differences and similarities to going a path you understand and know and one that isn’t as clear and predictable. The city life is more of a man-made creation of societal standards and expectations in the realms of reputation and livelihood. The life beyond the city and more towards nature is more unpredictable and less exhibited, so the expectations are less known. Both are paths that may hold great possibility or great failure; positives and negatives. It depends on where you stand and what you value.
I don’t know when it happened,
When I slipped into another person’s shoes.
How the view from their eyes ELEVATED me.
I no longer see things like before.
There is a depth I hadn’t noticed.
A sound I failed to hear.
An ache I never experienced.
When did I become old?
the clouds filled the sky,
slowly moving towards
each other.
the droplets fell quick
suddenly, over puddles
little speckles of water.
renewal isn’t clean,
foggy windows confuse
until the sun recovers.
the environment is calm
quietly rejuvenated
by sun & rain’s performance.
I want more,
Like the taste of sweet lemonade
Citrus and refreshing,
On a summer’s day.
I crave honesty,
Like secrets written in journals
Bare, raw and sacred
Cherished under lock & key
serene. water splashed, cool fingertips.
warm scent of summer heat
lingers on porch steps and bathroom walls.
signs of summer arisen from dirt
growing sunflowers sturdy stems.
nature’s alive and well.
sweet slumber on green grass,
sun serenades my pores into sweat
gentle breeze softly touches my face
kisses all over my cheeks and body
under a shade from the tallest tree
deepest sense of comfort in sighs.
I
Beg to be free,
Define me
By not doing so.
I am human,
Blood, faults and all.
Talk to, not at, me.
Not a number on slips,
Checks in boxes
Or titles on resumes.
I
The deer knew nature would happen,
Fallen yellow leaves pile over patches
Nearby trees sway as roots of trunks gripped
Held tight to moist soil, soaking up water
Overnight raindrops appeared and flooded
Underneath where all things start and end.
Circle of life revolves acutely more than ever
Spring now, but autumn is around the corner.
It survived another month
The fragility of petals
Grasping a millimeter of stem
Rooted for some kind of stability.
Winds tampered its solid grace.
The calm nights hushed sounds
Of crying rain and cats meows
Wanting to be heard, to express.
The light grew outwards
Unable to contain its bravery
The audacity of survival
The power of life’s everything.
I wanted more than
A statue of guidance.
With nourishment,
For my eyes to see.
A heart to feel.
Hands that hold
Intangible emotions.
Be here.
For me.
i lay on the couch
with my legs stretched
onto your lap
as you sit beside me
as you sip on apple whiskey
and we look at each other.
i asked you,
“what if we broke up?”
“would we say hello if we bumped into each other?”
as melancholy as it is,
the answer would be “yes.”
what is left
of the intertwined
the disconnected.
