Poetry

I wish you knew 

How beautiful crying is

Just let it happen

Take all that anger

Scream at this fucked up world

Throw a fit

I won’t make you stop

Take all that fear

Tell it to make off 

My sun-

the only one,

I long for.

As the shore-

longs for the-

mysterious sea.

It’s secrets a key-

to the space between-

the moon and stars.

Vast like a ravine,

As the autumn breeze gently caresses my skin, I embark on a journey of love and longing. As the sun sets upon the autumn sky, I embrace the melancholy beauty of fading memories.

I stare at the words in front of me,

The blank space below them,

The keys beneath my fingertips,

The possibilities I could bring to life.

Story lines bud in my mind,

But I hold back from letting them blossom,

Many say fate is set in stone,

like hieroglyphs hung up on walls. 

That tells stories to all. 

Some say fate is crystal clear,

That it’s something not to fear.

It is still summer. Not fall. 

Call me stubborn, but I refuse to forget. I choose to remember. 

I remember riding the train, speeding past hills that glow yellow from the sun. 

5 pm

Is a time of day where it's not quite night yet.

Some would say, The day is young.

Others would argue, the day is over.

They will get in their cars and drive home to their families.

crisp autumn air, whispers bear

hill crests only we know where leaves are so

amber and the sky is so golden.

autumn leaves, they
fall to the pine-bathed
soil, and my heart falls
with them, and I think it's burning
too, burning too, for all it takes
is one glance into your
amber eyes, september sight, and

Fall sings the song

      Of beginning again

Letting go 

               Of all the hurts dragging you down 

Run through the golden woods

      Leaves in your hair

Stop for a moment

When night awakes sooner,

and the stars become brighter,

Fall descends onto the land.

Soon enough, winter will bring its false sand,

until then, the leaves paint the sky-

as the trees and wind begin to sigh.

Love can take many forms.

It appears in the way the moon,

is drawn to the sea, creating storms-

showing their love, that won’t leave anytime soon.

It appears in the way the sun,