your eternity
If nothing else, hold tight, never let go, against the current of time. If you can, take all these moments; a long laugh with a friend, the smell of fresh apple pie, freshness of summer wind on cheek, rolling skyline,
late night, bus rides
it is quiet almost complacent on the late bus ride home, gentle lethargy, a long day blinking to a close; rolling past all those anonymous stories scattered under street lamps;the music in ears over the rumbling
a tenderness
a tenderness; dew drop rolling off autumn leaves, a brush of a hand at the sunset beach, gentle glances over quiet pauses, overhead a songbird sings. i want to hold this moment, a warm light
in betweens
i left footprints at every stop, curled thoughts around them, draped memories over them, every intersection, street lamp, all those in-between places more honest than most. and it’s always the inbetweens that told the truth,
bravery
Sometimes bravery isn’t lion man, knight in shining armour, running through the fire; sometimes bravery is: Saying no, even though your voice shakes in your chest. Getting up in the morning, leaving the house when
has the love
Wrote this poem about healing from toxic/abusive situations; it’s about learning that violence/chaos/fear don’t equal love. Instead, it’s gentle and kind and balanced and you deserve to feel safe. I’m not religious but it’s written as
infinitesimal
we are a brush of life,next to each other a blink of an momentin infinitesimal spacetime. “where do we go when we go?”i know that even when we are gone,the love we shared, it remains.
granville
the moon swimming in darkening blue, bears witness to the rolling cars and the stories they holdas hundreds upon thousands drift obliviously home. skyscrapers skeletons of a city bornsilhouetted by the leaving light, the towering mountains
Confessions
I confess to the city skyline Like a sinner to a preacher, Some Springsteen in my ears. Weave thoughts between each note, whisper secrets into winter wind. I confess to the city skyline Like a