Wrap me up in quarter notes, Breathing on a rest, Repeat the chorus two or three, make every verse your best. Memories coax my empty mind, Before swimming into view. Melodies dancing with my past, Old faces becoming new. I close my eyes and fall away, The music, my time machine. Taking me back to … Continue reading On Music and Nostalgia
Broken
I feel, in the deepest parts of my being, incorrect. Something about me, Something unseen, Is wrong. It plagues me, Feeds my insecurity, And causes grief where there should be pride. I am a clearance item, Left on a shelf for purchase by those looking to save a penny By skimping on quality. Look at … Continue reading Broken
Consumed
You're there in my eyes, Changing my mood- In all of these ways, I am consumed. Lost at your touch, Beneath the bright moon- In all of these ways I am consumed. Your breath in my lungs, A buckling swoon- In all of these ways, I am consumed A drop of my hand, We'll meet … Continue reading Consumed
On Fleeting Feelings of Love
When love embraces you, so that every inch of skin is awake and secure, do you question it’s reality? I do not mind where it’s from, only that it exists. Only that, in that moment, I am as alive and aware as I can ever be. Talk to me and feel it, Smile to let … Continue reading On Fleeting Feelings of Love
Fiery Eyes
Your eyes are alight in flames, blazing with life, and dancing as the girls In flowing red dresses Dance around Their words. I am trapped in them, Yearning for them to notice, To look at me, and give me worth. I nearly beg you, burn me into being! Melt from me an eternity of frosted … Continue reading Fiery Eyes
My Daughter
Your were once an infant, crying in the night. I feared you, like anyone fears the darkness. I feared you would consume my life, that there would be nothing left untouched. I'd wile way my days as a slave to sticky hands, hungry calls, And nightmares leading you to my bed. You’ve done just that- … Continue reading My Daughter
Wading
Your eyes are pools of changing gems, Taking on whatever colors they need To reflect their thoughts into the world. I swim in them, helpless to fight their tow; Perfectly content with letting myself drown.
Interest
It's that quiet kind of interest, that kind not spoken of... that kind that breeds the perfect dreams, but never grows to love. It's a subtle curiosity, that keeps my mind amused, of what would be, if we could be; my distraction and my muse.
When We Flew
There were moments, I know, When we saw eye to eye. Like two birds in the sky When the only thing in our way Was when night came from day And we had more distance to go Before we could hope we were home. There were moments, I know, Where we saw eye to eye. … Continue reading When We Flew
Leave
Leave as the waves that sway from the sea, Venturing into the deep before coming home to me. Leave as the Sun that hides beyond sight, Traveling around the globe, before dawning on the night. Leave as the seasons spreading through trees, Cycling wistfully through their moods, carried on a breeze. Leave as the breath … Continue reading Leave
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