Passing through the seasons, Much is left for wanting; Parrying the reasons — Harrying, and haunting — But, those lost tomorrows Still were worth amassing — Deathless hidden sorrows: Ephemera passing
The search for affirmation: To peer into the soul, And feel, without some other there, It never could be whole — Through calories and cue cards, In pictures held ideal, In people that she’s tried to be Without it being real — And oh, the long vexation And emptiness she got: Like every heart that … Continue reading "Validated"
Dirt feels good on feet, until it doesn’t. Is a hedge a sort of bush league? Bad fences, good windows. Power lines sag, are unsightly, and are completely vital; power poles are straight, strong, and play secondary roles. Hope is a hill in the distance; love, green grass.
Bring me the night and you, and I need little more, For nothing else intoxicates like this: A realm of learnings, carried by uncommon core; The many-volumed novel in a kiss The lingering, a candle slow to burn the wick; The curvature that’s well known to the touch — The slightest little turn that finally … Continue reading "9 Love Poems – 9"
If decent words made perfect days, Then all these verses would create No hesitance between us now. But such is not the world, or fate: For while it’s true that love is much, It can’t be everything, as such. I see the fear upon your brow, And worry that, one day, it stays. To come … Continue reading "9 Love Poems – 8"
outside down and inside up grass like stalagmites of green slender in the glitter-grass glitter pop like dopamine pop like summer fires lit lit like english 101 outside down and inside up cause finishing’s not being done
There can be worlds within a room, it seems; A population equal parts at play, At work, at rest, and busy with their dreams. The hip-hop, and the line dance — the ballet — All types of dancing, singing, and the like. The sweat of labor, and the blood of toil — The medical: the … Continue reading "9 Love Poems – 6"
You are playing with your hair. The sun shines down like an interrogation — And after all this time, I stare. It’s not that hard to know my motivation — I watch the way that boys watch girls. For there’s something hypnotic About these simple movements: To us guys, they’re so exotic — What’s good … Continue reading "9 Love Poems – 5"
Beauty is a mystery, really, Lighting mind and bending will; You are with me daily, nightly, Through the noise and in the still — And though many days see sorrow Long as we are on the earth, You have added to me meaning, Given my life hope and worth. Yes, the sweetest days know ending … Continue reading "9 Love Poems – 4"