Just a moment more.
I wonder why I always die for you.
The world grows a little larger.
The beauty surrounding me seems too good to be true.
Sometimes, I get way too focused on what I'm doing and forget to sit back and relax. Hope you guys are enjoying the 4th of July weekend!
We rub our eyes and get out of bed, but so much has happened before sunrise.
You kept the ring, unsure if the bright stone on a silver band was a memento of our moment in space and time, or if our paths were cyclical and we still had moments more.
What was, is no longer my story to tell.
We always find a place away from the rest of the world.
Other poems from this series: Winter, Glowing Screens
Emptiness and silence are so full of vibrance.
Take a look at the pieces again. You’ve been trying to assemble the wrong picture this whole time, haven’t you?
Standing on the beach, you grab a stone. With a swift throw, it skips, and sinks.
Standing on the beach, you grab a stone. With a swift throw, it skips, and sinks.
I replay that summer in C major.
Romance should sway, but I always stumble.
"Is this lonely party all that you hoped it would be?"
She sips her mojito.
"When the moon reaches the middle of the sky, it will be."
He tucks a piece of his hair behind the arm of his glasses.
They fold their arms on the balcony railing, and watch the universe shift.
The space between you, and what can be, is nonexistent.
Some days the motions blur together and stopping isn't an option.
A sense of finality is in the air.
Conditions change, the season ends, and we return to the earth, alone.
Beam as the sky beams unto you.
I'll always be good enough for me, even if I'll never be good enough for you.
"I seek a future, but I'm afraid that I died long ago."
Desire is lonely, but making a choice changes everything.
Lay back. You always miss these days when they're gone.
My hands and wrists have been continually becoming more inflamed over the past year for reasons my doctor can't figure out besides overuse. Not writing or typing as a writer, student and with my work-study job is impossible, so I have to take as many breaks as I can. I tried to cut out all writing this week, but I couldn't handle it any longer. I love this more than anything else.
Creating stories from stories.
Short poem for your short temper.
Moved by the sound of discovering our true capabilities.
Metamorphosis can only happen when you have found peace within you.
There really is beauty in everything.
There will always be another rejection and there will always be another opportunity.
I can't help but think of that time as a place between reality and a dream. Better than anything else in my life, but falling short of expectations.
Your presence is familiar. Like a place I used to always visit, but haven't been back to in years. And yet, in an instant, everything can return.
We sat there all afternoon until our parents came, and did the same every day that summer.
I don't know what's ahead, but I know I have to go.
I'm scared of what it means that I've sought you out again. I'm scared of why I keep coming back.
Nothing like a girls' night to help you unwind before finals.
An image of her openness. All that she is, we are surrounded by.
"Oh
He writes,
He writes,
He writes,
He writes,
He writes!"
Your eyes are golden in the sunlight.
I learned so much from loving you. You are why I can move forward with strength.
Need to reset my focus and get back to work.
I couldn't help but be inspired by Daren VonGirdner's album Covered in Color. Been playing nonstop since it came out.
In the Bay, figures drift in haze.
The city that never sleeps is just as beautiful in its snapshots of calm.
"How did I live?
I taste every wasted minute
Every time I turned away
From the things that might have healed me
How long have I been sleeping?"
Inspired by Pierre Bezukhov of War and Peace and the musical Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812.
Put everything you have into what you love and do what is essential for everything else. Make your own path.
Lakeside haiku
Do they know I can’t control the haze? Can they tell that I’m deteriorating?
I wrote this for a contest a few weeks ago on Allpoetry, written to the theme of Galway Girl by Ed Sheeran.
We ended for a reason, but I want to believe that you’ve changed.
How do I let myself trust him? How do I choose love over everything else?
You’re the reason why I know myself.
Thank the universe, I feel so forgiven.
We celebrated that night and agreed that, in time, we’d try again. I wonder how far away our “someday” is.
A perfect life always sounds great until it is about to become your reality.
It’s time to wake up.
There is only silence now as I wait for eternity.
Étude in March.
I could never forget you.
These winter days have been so warm with you.
You are all of the writers you admire and more.
I loved every moment in the rain with you. Even the end.
I’m still mad that you left, but then again, so did I.
Remember me as you run. We'll meet again at the sunrise.
Opportunities of a lifetime are all around. Take every chance you get.
This is a poem I did for my poetry class last semester in the style of Douglas Kearney. I combined song lyrics from rap, spoken word, and broadway with my own sentiments at the time. The result was a poem about trying to run away from everything and getting onto the next thing already. I've been finding more and more recently that you need to be happy with who you are and what you're doing right now, and not just living for the times ahead. You need to make changes in your life so your happiness in the present takes priority.
Throwing it back today with a poem I wrote back in Spring ’11. In Texas, the seasons are already changing and I'm changing with them.
Not so much a poem, but this is actually a part of a book I started writing when I was 16. Lily Rosen's struggle after following the practical path her whole life, the journey she takes to find herself again, and the people she meets along the way.
Moments with you are always surrounded by sunshine.
All too often we are asked to choose one passion over another. Don't.
In a little bit of time it won't hurt so bad. Inspired by Dodie Clark's song secret for the mad.
Used the autocomplete suggestions to write a poem for class and it's quite the learning experience. Highly recommend giving it a try.
Blue always seems so sweet.
If you see this one day, I hope that your world is no longer grey.
You’ll always be the one who showed me I am capable of loving someone more than myself.
Drift little dreamer and show off your wings.
Not just watching anymore.
Some of the best things in life are temporary.
I miss your laugh.
What is fated is never clear.
She is a wildfire, for, even she, does not know her true nature.
Can you feel it too?
You were right.
Chase the stars together.
I’ll never forget the first day.
Sometimes just loving someone, even on your own, is enough to ensure your own happiness.
Don’t stay with someone who acts like they don’t want you even when they’re with you.
Were we really in love?
I can’t put another heart through the storm.
Remember that artists and entertainers never promised you the truth. We're here to tell a story.
The part of my heart that was still with you finally came back to me.
I'll see you on the other side.
Not everyone grew up with a father, but some of us didn't need it anyway. Happy Father's Day to my own mother and all the other single moms who play both roles.
Sometimes you have to be selfish.
We don't all have that luxury.
Everything is vulnerable to change.
From you, it meant so much more. Thank you.
Get to work.
In both darkness and light, there is beauty.
Love is Love and nothing can take that away. My thoughts are with Orlando and the LGBTQ community.
In leaving, you took my breath and any chance I had without you.
And can never be forgotten.
A human without compassion and drive is empty.
The one you'll compare all the rest to.
Are you happy? Inspired by @boburnham 's special Make Happy
But I'll still love you either way.
When we change, the people around us don't always do the same. Sometimes you have to move on alone.
The lost love you still can't shake.
Distance has nothing to do with how much you care.
Sometimes fate drags people away only to bring them back when you think you've finally moved on.
We were the light that saved each other, but now we must continue on.