A wind came along hurling words in my mind,
now I’m drumming the pen on the paper.
Scared of what now may leak if I get it all out,
so I get up and out and I run.
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Category: Poetry-ish
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Words In My Mind
Posted at 12:48 am , on September 18, 2016
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Smaller Pieces
Posted at 2:54 pm , on August 28, 2016
I fall in love with pieces,
smaller pieces of their being
perks and quirks and qualities
I’m scared the world is still not seeing.
Like the way he sang along to songs
he’d never before heard.
Or the way that he knew everything,
then cried in my arms at night.
Or how he saw me beautiful
when no one else could do it. -
Just Lack of Light
Posted at 1:39 pm , on August 7, 2016
It was dark yesterday. Maybe that’s something to be expected on a Saturday in the city. The sun wasn’t shining. It was past midnight when you went out for the round.But listen to me, please. It was dark.
Dead.
They were dead.
There was no life.What?I have read somewhere that darkness is just a lack of light, so I turned around and looked for light.
Made eye-contact with the security guard outside the bar.
Dead.
He raised his eyebrows at me.
I shook my head.
I smiled.
Shy.I kept on walking, drunken laughter behind me.
“I don’t miss it”, I thought, I turned up the volume to my headphones.
Rounded a corner, past a couple of teenagers. Made sure I didn’t made eye-contact with them, too. I don’t want to know of their liveliness, or lack thereof.Passed by an empty police car outside the station. It was ready to go, but empty. Ready to save people. Maybe there had been a robbery. Maybe someone had been hurt. Maybe someone had been too angry. Maybe someone was dead. But I can guarantee you they wouldn’t take care of the dead eyes just round the corner.Ready to save people.But not quite.I shook my head. Said Jesus a couple of times because that’s all I was getting out.Across the street was a church.Also dark.So I stopped, looked at it.My grandfather tells me it’s lovely there, the best one yet. Lovely lights, lovely preacher, lovely people who will sit by your table when you drink your coffee. Who am I to argue with a seventy year old man who has gone to church his whole life?But why is it so dark?Darkness is just a lack of light.
Jesus.
Jesus?
JESUS?!I shouted it, but quietly. In my head. There are certain things you don’t shout past midnight, now a Sunday. This I’ve been told.Where are you?
“What are you doing?”“I’m writing, Mom.”
“What are you writing?”
“I – I don’t know.”
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To Write About You
Posted at 3:05 pm , on May 25, 2016
I could tell you about the bluest of oceans.
An ocean so blue you’d find calmness in its complexity,
unity in its ever-changing streams
Where peace would be found,
a place for awe, a place for dreams.
Or I could tell you about the darkest of oceans.
An ocean dark as the nights
where sleep seems to fail you.
Waves tickling your face,
then throwing your body against the rocks,
leaving you grasping for breath.
I could even tell you about the woods,
and the stories yet to be told.
About grand views and fireplaces,
of the knights riding west,
or how the wolves all went wild,
that time the moon shone too bright.
I tried to write about you,
but still the page remained blank,
the clock went on ticking,
and the night became daylight.
And no matter my efforts,
with someone like you
my words could never get it right. -
Thank You
Posted at 2:21 pm , on April 30, 2016
I wanted to thank himfor undeserving kindness,and safe, gentle arms,that time the worldgot too heavyand I was too weak.I wanted to thank him,for tears shared,and hands graspingfor something to hold on to.I wanted to thank himfor sleepless nights,voices in the darklooking for answers.I wanted to thank himfor showing me whatbeing thankful really means,and how,by simply being there,he saved my life altogether. -
And I Twirl
Posted at 12:09 am , on April 2, 2016
It was the excitement in his voice
and the brightness in his eyes
that made me want to twirl
round, round
to let out the overwhelming
happiness in my stomach. -
Far Off At Sea
Posted at 10:19 am , on March 13, 2016
On a pretty little island
far off at sea.
I was left to discover,
left with nowhere to flee.
Long were the days
putting faith in the ocean.
Long were the nights
getting lost in emotions.
I knew that one day I’d be taken away,
setting sails for the waters
and do nothing but pray.
But, oh, just for now
leave me be here ashore.
There’s still time for mercy
and so much to explore. -
You and I
Posted at 3:55 pm , on February 29, 2016
Me, with my sarcastic mouth,
and messed up mind.You, with your pure heart
and dancing eyes.We could conquer the world,
you and I.Or we could completely,
utterly,
destroy it. -
This Man
Posted at 3:46 pm , on February 28, 2016
This man could tear my world up,this man could rip me apart.This man could find his wayinto the very depth of my heart.This man could destroy me,from the very core of my soul.And oh, I would let him,I would let him. -
If I Wasn’t With You
Posted at 12:10 am , on February 22, 2016
I wanted to rise with the yellowing sun.
To watch the horizon turning red, turning orange,
hear nothing but the beating of my heart,
as the peaceful village
is slowly filled by our noises.
I wanted to go to the stream.
See the pourling water
faithfully giving life to the forest.
Give praise with the birds,
to the creator of the living.
I wanted to climb a mountain.
Feel the wind dance around me,
as I finally see how far I’ve come.
To lay down in peace
as the sun sets in the west.
Still I know none of it would matter if I wasn’t with you.
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