Aug 28

Starry Eyes

Our candles burn
like a million flickering stars,
awaiting the return of darkness

And we just sit
and wait in the shadows,
as if we can never be heard

As our eyes light up
like sparklers on a summer night,
dancing to the sound of the moon.






 
Aug 16

Heaven

I believe that heaven is the place you go when you die,
but it’s also much more,
like a thing that is constantly on a mind,
and tucked right above or below the surface of a heart. 
Heaven heals to clear the conscious of love and intimacy,
and to cloud the mind away with that thought of an end. 
Trapped and searching is that of a lost soul,
answers lye beneath their meek,
while free is that of those whom weep and have been cried for. 
Heaven is a creation where people are never supposed to judge,
but how does one never judge while they are asleep?
A part of being a believer is that there will always be skeptics,
but heaven knows,
there will always be apologies. 
 
Jul 27

For You

To the tiresome eyes and worried faces,
stuffed together in the smallest of places. 
To the flowers that grow around our feet,
and the contemplating heads admitting defeat. 
To the beautiful people who live in this world,
and the tapping of fingers and hair being twirled. 
To the ones who may worry about their complexion,
and the ones who don’t care that much for affection. 
To the brave civilians and the ones who are fighting,
and the ones who are bored that make things exciting. 
To the ones who show up when others won’t,
this poem’s for you and the ones who don’t. 
 
Jun 11

To the Girl I Know as Strong


To the girl I know as strong,
I'm here for you, my dear,
Whether it be through light and happiness,
Or treachery and fear.

As long as the sun rises in the morning,
And sets in the dusky night,
As long as the mountains stand tall,
And the ponds shimmer light.

Whether it's when life gets tough,
Or a heart bleeds rougher, 
Some tears run dry,
Or there isn't any suffer.

Whether it be huge,
Or maybe just small,
May our ideas grow big,
Or we have none at all.

Darling, maybe they won't understand,
Or maybe they can,
But it won't really matter,
Because together we stand.

To the girl I know as strong,
I'm here for you my dear,
For whatever you may need me,
I will always be right here.


 

 
May 08

How Long

How long do you think I can hold my breath for,
Without cowering away at the first sign of your distress,
And running away without you seeing me?
5 seconds.
I just get scared.

How long do you think I can wait for the light to turn on,
Without wishing I was under the covers of my bed,
Where I know nothing can hurt me but me?
4 seconds.
I'm weak.

How long do you think I can cradle my sorrows,
Until my heart feels too numb to continue,
And my hands can no longer feel?
3 seconds.
I wish it were less.

How long do you think I can dream of things,
Without them being too surreal,
To the point where I know they won't come true?
2 seconds.
It's harder than it sounds.

How long do you think I can rest my head upon my hands,
Before I feel threatened from my toes up,
And my brain starts to think I'm giving in?
1 second.
Trust me.
Apr 09

Only in a Dream

Only in a dream would i walk
under the sky so blue,
turn around,
and find you.

Only in a dream would i follow you home
as i listen to your breathing pattern,
while we waltzed down a path,
i never really thought mattered.

Only in a dream would I walk among a bridge,
unsteady yet full of life,
watching your every move,
prepared to be your sacrifice.

Only in a dream would a sweet grassy meadow
turn to leaky water patches,
as you float so effortlessly across,
as i try and make my clumsy feet match them.

Only in a dream would the water turn to snow,
and our shoes turn to skies
and our hearts so young
and souls forever free.

Only in a dream would we hike to the top
along a wet swamp,
and find a log cabin,
snuggled in its spot.

Only in a dream would the phone ring,
would i whisper good bye,
would i walk into the fog,
Mar 24

"You Just Need a Little Imagination" Reimagined

(Photo Credit: EmilyAnne)

I wrote this little tidbit based off of EmilyAnne's image,
You Just Need A Little Imagination, but I couldn't find the Sprout button, so I just added the image here instead.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"How'd a pretty thing like you end up here,"

The man asked,
Stone cold and crooked,
The exact opposite of his heart.

He watched ahead, not wanting to point out the poor man's mistake,
Of just assuming genders based on appearance.
But, he was reluctant.

"I don't know."

They stared ahead in awkward silence,
Until the cold man turned,
Mar 14

Real

Watching you 
walk in and out of life everyday,
almost makes me wish that I was just
the slightest bit less stiff,
so my feet could move faster,
but, I guess I'm still just rooted to the ground.

Hearing you 
breathe the breaths you take,
almost makes me wish I could take in life as well,
but my air is blocked
by the fake organ,
that my chest wants to call a lung.

Touching you
as though you were a flower,
almost makes me wish that I was more than just dust,
being swept up by immature fools,
who don't know what to do with me,
except throw me under a rug.

Seeing you
smile your fake smiles
almost makes me wish that I was real,
so I could know what it's like,
to move my lips just once,
even if it's to frown instead.

Almost.


 
Mar 08

But, It's My Story

Please,
Stop telling my stories for me.
You don't know what I've been through,
And you certainly don't know what I'm going through now.
Everyone has a different book their writing in their lives,
And you don't have the right to rip out the pages,
And sell mine individually.
I'm honestly sick and tired of it,
And I'm running out of ink to rewrite the story,
That you unrightfully plagiarized and rewrote.
I don't know what made you choose mine;
You don't even like reading.
It's not like I go around,
Singing your songs out of key and untuned.
So, please, just stop,
Before my tears bleed through the words that are left,
And the stained paper that's leaving me with paper cuts,
Leaves me with other cuts, just a little lower than my fingers.

 
Mar 03

What "You" Said

You told me,
I "wasn't going to die alone."

Funny,
The thought hadn't really crossed my mind until then,
That a soul could move on without knowing what it's like to love,
Truly love.
I guess I kind of just looked at the floor,
I mean,
I didn't really know what to say.
I was just sort of standing there,
Staring into the great abyss we call a world,
When you said it.

"What do you mean," I noted quietly,
Trying not to disturb the world's peace.

"I mean, someone will always be there to love you.
You'll never be alone.
You are loved."

I was a bit confused,
On why they said I was "loved,"
And that I'll "never be alone."
They should explain to me why I was sitting in this room,
On the stained green, maybe blue, carpet,
Utterly alone, except for you.

"But, you're loved, and, you're not alone.
I bet if you walked up to anyone on the street,

Pages