Tag: poetry

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, streaked with sunlight, morning coffee in the quiet dawn, the stars fairy lights ever watching, serenity, gentle warmness of a full body hug,smiles…

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 engines, all reverb and misplaced longing. im still scared, still carrying the weight of the day to day, but for now,…

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 a jar in my heart and i will kindle it softly, for the rest of my years.

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, where you wrote your stories, where you always belonged. palimpsest of hearts in the middle, scribbled ink through crooked roads;…

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 it’s the last thing you feel able to do. Leaving a toxic – place – environment – relationship – you’re…

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 a prayer, it felt right that way. O Lord has the love,the notion of it – Been twisted bramble thorns, Curved vines…

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. lingering in the blossoming flowershope in the springtime,floating in the sweet scent of apple pie in the flowing countryside,between the notes…

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 behind. for a moment the bus is silent, we are nothing but the slow steady breathof metal engine, rubber wheelsshooting an…

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 boy to his mother If I’m a sinner then this city’s my keeper carrying what I leave unsaid.