Nov 07

Poem Insert - Ethereal

So I'm editing/helping with a friend's novel and I wrote a short poem for it
I decided it would be nice to put here

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ETHEREAL

Something otherworldly, something unknown

Something not tarnished, something called home

Something faraway and something close

Something to be longed for and something morosed

We hold this life in our fragile souls

Always drifting

Yet never to hold

Always warm

Yet always cold.
 
Nov 07

patterns

We, as a planet or a species, love patterns.
When we have the ability to chose between something predictable, and something unpredictable,
We choose what we can predict.
We do this for many reasons, most of which are clear as day.
Look around you.
If something globally monumental happens,
Wouldn't we react strongly?
We'd probably be extremely worried.
We might get on our phones and immediately be sucked into a different world, only to have our worries increase as we read more and more theories and assumptions.
We might never get to the root of the problem and have to live with the knowledge that we were stumped.
We hate being stumped.
Maybe it's just me; but whenever we get forced into a situation we can't worm our way out of, we feel a flaring mix of emotions.
Same as when we get faced with a problem that has the looks of impossible,
Or a crossroads that might affect our future.
Sep 03

Don't you notice the colors

Don't you notice the colors
In every living thing
The vibrant footprint left behind
Like the hue of a flower after the rain
Like the deep azure cloudless sky in summer
Like the soft amber glow of the leaves in autumn
Like the infinitely verdant green of the forest
Like the pallid vanilla-white of a snowflake
So often we're caught up
In a midst of panic and disorientation
Not knowing where to turn right or left
Even when it's directly in front of us?
Do we enjoy the confusion?
Why do we cling on to our thin thread of life,
When we could let it be free?
We seem to have no respect for simplicity,
Always trying to complicate things to a specific standard.
Maybe if we stop,
And just take a moment to appreciate the world around us,
Would we be respected too?
Jun 28

Love

Love is a compliment
Love is a commitment
Love is a gesture of respect in the company of others.

Love is an emotion
Love is a message
Love is a tiny, fragile thing caught in the angry pulsing of a heart

Love is happiness
Love is sadness
Love is a way of saying words unspoken.

So when we pass on
Love is what lets us be remembered.
Jun 24

The never-ending sea

He looks out at the landscape
Rolling by
In waves of green, brown, and blue
He watches in wonder
As the sky and the ground
Move together
Flying past him
Images
In a pattern
Shifting as if alive
The beauty of nature
Who is he?
A young boy?
He is alone.
________________
The twisting landscape
Changes
From tones of gold and green and blue
To tones of gray
What happened?
The trees and valleys and mountains
Give way
To a dying civilization
A city
The air thick with misery
The boy is horrified.
What does he see?
What is this that changed?
Terrified, he runs
Away from the despair
But there's nowhere to go
Forced into a corner
He covers his eyes
Trying not to see
But it covers him
His eyes glaze over
The hopelessness
Taking him over
Apr 27

Untitled poem

Lives pass
Like moments
Fleeting
Here
Then gone
Blown away
By strong winds
Coming from places unseen
Lights
Flickering
Rising up
Falling down
And collecting in drifts
Like ash
From a time forgotten
Eventually becoming part of the wind
Like everything does
Memories
Just a part of yesterday
Apr 26

Making a difference

One voice
Trying to speak out
Trying to make a change
Pushing farther and farther
Until it goes too far
The voice is silent
No more sound is heard
No more anger
No more fear
No more distress
But there is a murmur
Soft
Between two, three, four voices
Their voices gain new strength
Multiplied by their numbers
They break free
And they speak
From their hearts
Not just their mouths
Their numbers multiplied again
This time across the country
The world
Until that one voice
Has become millions of voices
Speaking out.
Jan 19

Dust

A lone girl is wandering through a forest. She feels lost, as if there's something inside her she can never dig deep enough to reach. She knows her time is up, and she doesnt know why she's still on this earth. She wishes she has a place to be, somewhere, anywhere. But she is left in the dark. There is nothing left for her. She turns a corner and the sun, still high in the sky, seems to brighten. In front of her is a train. It came from nowhere, it has no destination. She gets on, her curiosity piqued, and horrified, realizes the passengers are faceless. Where there used to be a life is now an empty shell. She tries to get off but realizes one thing: this is her final stop. She sits down in one of the seats and the train speeds off, leaving only a soft echo. When it returns, she will be nothing but a memory. A memory that no one will remember.
Jan 12

The saddest memory

The saddest memory
Dec 28

Wish

A wish is a magical thing,
full of happiness,
full of peace.
Seeing a wish is beautiful,
like a dream come true.
You can wish on anything,
it doesn't have to be a star,
Because my favorite kind of wish
is the kind that impacts others.
I look up at the sky and hope.
Yes, I know, a wish might not come true.
But I also know anything could happen.
And believing is just as important
as the wish itself.
Trust is the key.
For a wish to come true,
you have to trust it.
You can't force a wish,
it wouldn't be a wish then,
it would just be blind anger.
And most of all,
don't depend on a wish.
Wishes are magical,
and they have a mind of their own.
Let them come forth,
in ways unexpected,
because you never know the outcome.
Dec 27

Seagull (short rhyming poem)

Flying around
the cliff
looking down
at the quay
the seagull loves
the beautiful sun
just like the air
loves to be free
Dec 27

Fake paradise

We sit up here,
in our luxurious paradise,
murmuring about ourselves,
but we never see past the barrier,
we never see through the wall.
The invisible force blocking us,
seemingly, from seeing the truth,
is only getting stronger.
We never think a second time,
is this really what we wished for?
Such a high standard,
set by our own wills,
and yet does it really matter?
Do we want to act clueless,
(because really, we are),
but just think before you act out of anger,
out of revenge,
about everyone else.
We don't care what happens.
really, you thought we cared?
We don't.
We only care about what we think we need.
We kill,
for money.
we fight,
for people we haven't even met,
bad people,
people
who were never given a second chance,
because they never deserved one.
Dec 26

Reflection

Glancing down
the numb feeling
of seeing yourself
reflected
your quirks, your faults
your disorganization
your peace
everything looking back
staring blankly
at you
making you wonder:
Who am I?
What am I?
You think you're bigger
than you are
but you don't need to be bigger
you only need to be kinder
to help other people
see themselves
reflected
in you
and in themselves
feeling a spark
of hope
with a decision
to live life
and to not give up.
because the key
of love
is hidden in trust
and to trust someone
you need to look past their reflection
and see who they truly are.
Dec 25

Smell

Behind every moment,
there is the smell,
reaching out and tricking you,
sometimes cunning.
When a feeling hits you,
the smell is the aftertaste,
full of shock and realization,
as you think back,
a fight, a celebration, a death, a cause, a fault, a choice.
Then the tears,
the one thing you forget,
is the smell.
You can close your eyes,
imagine how it should've gone,
but something feels out of place,
because a smell is unique.
A smell is definitive to the time.
Tied to then,
causing anger,
just because the smell was too much.
Dec 25

Smell

Behind every moment,
there is the smell,
reaching out and tricking you,
sometimes cunning.
When a feeling hits you,
the smell is the aftertaste,
full of shock and realization,
as you think back,
a fight, a celebration, a death, a cause, a fault, a choice.
Then the tears,
the one thing you forget,
is the smell.
You can close your eyes,
imagine how it should've gone,
but something feels out of place,
because a smell is unique.
A smell is definitive to the time.
Tied to then,
causing anger,
just because the smell was too much.