Our translation
Our translation
1; We are born into this love,
this idea of love.
It is what begins to form us,
much like spring
with budding leaves ...
2; We start to grow up and we number our years, count down the days for moments we have no idea will happen but we still wait ...
3; We form a child's interpretation of love. Friends are friends surrounded by this glowing innocence, together filling our pockets with letters of the alphabet ...
4; We look at each other and there is something more about this person than we noticed before, there is shyness and curiosity and a feeling we don't understand ...
5; We grow up and are uncomfortable with ourselves and other people and we smash that into oblivion with insults and thrashing laughter and never enough of anything ...
6; We call someone our
first love.
Except in that moment they are the only love, they are confusing and dazzling, adding to the swirling mess in our heads ...
7; We grow taller. If we were trees by now our leaves would be changing color and starting to drop off. We know a little bit of what we want and so we find someone else. Break each other. Not know what to do and throw a fit and come out of it stronger.
We've shaken free of our leaves.
8; Time is taken for resting ourselves. To only focus on the strength we possess and figure out how to wield it. Learn what makes us breaks us and
helps us breathe ...
9; We're budding again. This is our third chance, maybe our only promise. We'll have to hurt a little in order to heal stronger. So we try one more time. Take our time choosing our person and learn how to love them right.
Roots and branches spread, become woven and connected and give and take what's needed. When leaves drop, warmth is shared ...
10; We've formed our own translation of love. It's not perfect but it's ours; and it feels beautiful. Our choices are each other and a storm can't take us down ...
11; Breathe in and out together, this is how far we've come,
from budding leaves ...
The Voice
October 2023
instructions on growing up
If you wrap your hand around your mother's wrist your fingers will touch. How do you come to terms with that? How do you learn that your father's shoulders can no longer bear your weight, can barely h...
A Glimmering Pool of Inspiration
A bubble of light rests atop the water,Glimmering and glinting across the lake.It’s a pocket of sunshine,A pillow of glowing hope,A pool of life.Within my mind, a light bulb flickers on,Slowly growing...
Life's painting
I yearn to see this life as a painting.I want to see the colors that are mixed in, The colors I have not yet seen,The colors that would spiral into blackness, Textures that would bellow for help When ...
My Childhood Home
My childhood home is filled with plants,plants that we never waterbut are somehow still alive.Its island is littered with junk mail,different types of olive oil,stray flakes of salt,and packages of wi...
An Afternoon Moon
Somewhere outside of Philadelphia,there is a small island in a pond shaped like a boomerang.When I tilt my chin to the heavens,I wonder which foolish godthrew it to this barren part of earth?I sarcast...
Conversations with a violin
Strings speak to me as no other does,but not with words,not in a world that is riddenwith so many words.When I was youngit wasugh... practice,but now'let's go chat for a bit'me and my violin. I can te...
A Forever of Tomorrows
Never forget this moment my child, the moment you began to feel, The moment you first felt alive. It was night, And you felt the burden of the world on your shoulders, But the horizon at your fingert...
Flowers
Your pain can grow flowersRising up from the groundStrong and beautifulA million tiny heartbreaksIn every petal
Birthday
It seems a bit strange, in retrospect, how we have one day to celebrate the passing of a year; as if that day could encompass all of the things you have done in those 12 months; as though you are real...
Our translation
1; We are born into this love, this idea of love. It is what begins to form us, much like spring with budding leaves ...2; We start to grow up and we number our years, count down the days for moments ...
The Silence Market
In a world where every digital breakthrough to age-old traditions stood as symbols of our progression, it wasn’t the advancements themselves that captivated us, but the revolution of our words. The "W...
A Poem of Mythical Beasts
There’s a story to tell,one of dragons and queens.A story that’s as alluring as a bell —in the dead of night, when all is not what it seems.When the stars align, showing the way of the earth,allowing ...
Certain
This is what I know to be undeniably true: 1. No matter how much I wait or how much help I receive I still have to save myself.2. Nobody will ever truly know me as well as I do.3. The memory those ha...
The Start of a Change
Why should anyone alive today actually care about climate change? This is a sentiment held by many people, even if they do not realize it. The vast majority of people are aware that it is happening, a...
event horizon
event horizon–boundary of a black hole beyond which not even light can escape–a point of no return so imagine, my dear, a color that is not a color that is colorless, if you will, because a void is wh...