Nov 30

Thoughts From a Friend

You would laugh 
if I told you 
I thought the world
was just as beautiful
as it’s supposed to be.

You would probably smile
if I told you that 
you make me happy,
suddenly at a loss
of words to show
you how... 

You would definitely hug
me 
if I told you
I would be leaving now,
I would know
how much you cared
just by looking at those blue eyes. 
You were always one to be careful
Nov 28

To All Those Who Wonder Why


There’s no such thing
as nothing.

It’s a comforting
thought  
in a world 
so empty 
sometimes I can’t even
find
my 
feet. 

Isn't it encouraging 
to know your 
not alone? 

...Sometimes toes
don’t like to be found.  

There’s no such thing 
as nothing 
because once you 
label it “blank space”...
it’s something.

But you know,
Nov 24

Reports From the Edge of the World

(tippy top of the freedom tower) 

I never knew I could fly, 
at least not that high.

I never knew that city lights 
could be so many colors at once,
a pulsing, swirling mess of life...
recognizable from thousands of miles away.

No doubt confusion, a simple fact. 

And then there’s the water,
smooth and so flat
that if you sneezed from up here
you could probably see the ripples.
Nov 19

The Sleepy Reality


It was one of those days
where I couldn’t 
decipher 
reality from dream;
to tired to think,
yet to alert 
to sleep. 

Neither ghost nor human,
maybe somewhere 
between the two,
sleepily stumbling
through life.
Neither present nor happy. 

Today, was one of those days. 
Nov 18

Rainy Soul Sputtering


I wrote a poem, 
with that small red pen you gave me,
ink slipping across the page 
and onto unsuspecting fingertips.  
Just enough to cover 
the parts where 
ink met pen, met finger.

I wrote a poem 
on the bench 
outside of the train station,  
people bustling by: 
to busy to stop and look for a moment, 
honking cars 
and the slight 
smell of gasoline 
bubbling from the vents.

I wrote a poem 
Nov 16

How Slowly

Me without you
is a misrepresentation
of myself. 

Slightly more broken,
slightly less confident 
and mostly overruled.

Purposely less oriented...

Running makes me think,
but not about the good things,
no, mostly about you...
and how slowly
you became that part of me
that never lets go. 

 
Nov 15
poem 2 comments challenge: I Am

The Way of the World

I am the one who holds back.
Lip bitten, tongue tied, and unforgettably quiet.

I am the one who loves.
Star struck, misty eyed, and slowly loosing air. 

I am the one who observes.
Pointedly watching, admiring your smile, 
and precariously perched. 

I am am the one who laughs.
Tear streaked, bleary eyed, and out of breath. 

I am the one who listens.
Meticulously present, silently secretive,
Nov 12

Hidden Lights

We all wanted
something new, 
something that was seceretly 
and silently perfect. 

Perhaps you suspected 
we knew something
you didn't. 

And we did,
we just didn't admit it. 

We learned 
to bloom 
without sunlight 
and smile without stars.

Sudden hapiness
was our specialty.

They didn't need that,
they just thought they did. 



 

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