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.
Tag: Poems
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
Us
Love, pain, need, regret- Goals and triumphs never met. warmth, hurt, something else- Things, I think, I’ve always felt. Him, her, them, they? Blurry visions, leaving vague. Future, maybe, you think? Us? The votes against- unanimous. Laughter, light, joy, sun- You and me when left alone. darkness, though, when you go- Swallowed by another show. … Continue reading Us
Love
My love for you is a river- Smoothing the edges of stone, And coercing the earth To make room.
Castle
Watch the world fall apart; it crumbles at your feet- resembling those beaches that are found beside the sea. Do not cry or fret, my dear! Do not fear the hassle! When the world turns to sand, it's time to build your castle.
Connection
I crave connection like the roots of a tree, bellowing cries of help Through the soil to its peers who respond with validation That it's been heard.
Writing Poems for You
"Roses are red, And violets are blue," That’s how it starts, Writing poems for you. I’m missing a rhyme, So I reform the words, But I’m losing the meaning- And that always hurts. There’s always some more, Just a little unsaid. It's hiding in the fog That takes over my head. And I know what … Continue reading Writing Poems for You
When Nothing Changes
People fear, anticipate, romanticize The change that follows “I love you.” What happens, though, When nothing changes?
Take It.
Take a pill, Every day. Take it, or else no one will love you. You’ll ruin every friendship, And your peers will fade. Take it, or else You might not wake up tomorrow. We know it makes you drowsy, unable to really function, and dulls your creativity, But it elongates your life And makes you … Continue reading Take It.
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