February 2012
9 posts
Pompey, New York
When everything is silent I can hear the earths heartbeat. It’s slow and melodic and barely there.
I’ve lost touch with myself since the last time I visited you. You’re a place of solace and meditation.
When I’m with you I can see a younger me, a more innocent and less jaded me enjoying the endless wonders of you.
Losing myself in the depths of you will always be...
I've seen my shadow.
I’m in a place where silence and loneliness meet. I’ve spent my days trying to say as few words as possible.
I’m consumed in your blankets, time is lost in the flicker of your lone candle.
I am half awake and trying to reason what’s wrong with this picture. You tell me that I’ve changed, you say my heart is as empty as my words.
As much as I will deny you the...
January 2012
41 posts
Loose change and a kaleidoscope
I’m watching the color come back from a rooftop miles away.
Things that are uncertain are the only things holding me back.
The sky is bright red and the air smells like the run down buildings I see all around.
I wonder what it takes to get me out of here and into a place where I feel joy.
All these books and filled journals and I still can’t muster up anything that...
Are your ears ringing?
I saw a picture of a place that I’d never been.
I began writing down word after word and it led me to you.
There are beautiful landscapes, sunrises and coastlines, and then there is you.
You’re the person I’ve never known, you’re far off in the distance and traveling too fast for me to catch.
You’re home is the horizon and you know the suns name....
Letting my eyes adjust
It’s late again and only a candle lights your room.
I’m far from where I should be but with you I’m beginning to make the right choices.
This room is filled with passion and trust. Your head is understanding and your heart is warm.
I’ll tell you things that I’m ashamed of and share with your ears embarrassing stories. Your laugh is brilliant and your smile...
Sundry love
It’s raining and you’re far from everything you know.
We’re distant now that summer is locked away. When the days get shorter and the nights are colder you forget about me.
I haven’t forgotten, I’m nervous things will end up where they always do. Since the first time we spoke and the last time we kissed.
When summer is gone so are you, so are your ideas and...
A movie is being made about Ayn Rand
Please just kill me now. I couldn’t imagine a more painfully boring experience than a book by Ayn Rand and now there is a movie.
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Unpopular belief.
It’s okay to be a womanizer as long as you’re a civil rights activist. MLK did lots of things for society no doubt, and I definitely thankful for that. I just don’t like when people make him put to be a God. I suppose people don’t like that I focus on faults though either. It sucks when people try to unify a nation but can’t get their family life correct. A true story...
Sunday night
Complexity in a person has the power to stop others.
It’s a forceful beginning to a cause and effect theory that can shape a group of people as a whole.
One who is not easily defined or managed is a person who so many try to become.
A soul full of inexplicable action,thoughts and words, that when pieced together create a masterpiece of a person.
The search for this inner person usually...
Canopy
Trees towering over our souls shelter us from the showers above us.
The ambient light here defines us perfectly. Highlighting my faults and magnifying your perfection.
Nothing will ever be as vivid as the moment you mouth the words “I love you” to him. Nothing will ever be as powerful as the envy I feel.
It’s as poetic as it is tragic. I don’t belong here with you, but I’ve followed my heart...
Some things are twisted, some people are demented
Our conversations are melodic with hint a of chaos, I haven’t seen you in months but we don’t skip a beat.
Poetry flows out of everything you say, you’re naive even though you’ve done so much.
I’m sitting Indian style on my bed, my back is bare and my thoughts are drifting in and out.
I’m a firm believer that this means more to me than it does to you....
You there, read this...
Hey there folks. If you can read and/or enjoy reading I’d appreciate if you checked out my work and gave me some feedback. I don’t mind if it’s negative or positive, just something. Everything I’ve written is original and I’d appreciate your honest opinion.
Civil Wars and Widows
There’s an uprising inside of me and it’s starting in my head.
Thoughts of rage and rebellion steam over and if you look long enough you can see the fire in my eyes.
There’s an uprising inside of me and I can feel it on my tongue.
Harsh, brash words tear through my intestines. I can feel the words clawing their way out. I’m watching the faces of those I love change...
Well
I think the passive things you say worry me more than the things I can’t get right.
Knowing you’re messing up something great is easier to swallow than wondering what you’re doing wrong.
I wish I could put confidence in the things you feel and make happiness a lifestyle.
I can’t change things I don’t know, no matter how hard I try.
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