Thursday, September 14, 2017

think straight

I should write more poems
I tell myself
I'm suppose to be the writer here
the pen dried up
is my excuse
but it's more that
my mind is chaos
I just can't 
think straight

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Pretend Sunsets

I try to speak to you with silent signs
you act like you can’t hear my mind
you're driving me wild
wish I was a child again

I forget to breathe when I’m thinking about it
cause there’s still too much more to say
but I don’t have the words
I never do

I wrote a novel you can never read
so can I just leave now?
it’s too hard to see in the dark
It isn’t supposed to be like this

I never ever wanted to take a magic pill
kinda want to now
I could hide, couldn’t I?
it’s not like you could see me anyway

sometimes I forget you’re blind
colors don’t make sounds but you
are so good at pretending
you can see sunsets
turns out so am I

how am I still here after all this time?
I should have been long gone
convinced there’s a castle beyond that hill
but there’s no dragon in sight
wish there was

I act like I’m oblivious
and you believe me
and that’s the problem
isn’t it?

we both pretend we aren’t blind
and I act like I’m looking at you when you talk
so I’ve never told you I can’t see your face
any better than you can see mine

but I can read you like an open page
when you speak I can see your mind
and when you fall silent
I hear what you don't say

but you don’t know how I hate
pretend sunsets
you don’t know how I love you
in the darkness


Saturday, April 29, 2017

You Are the Ocean

You’re too incredible
to be something less
than yourself

It would be impossible to
suppress the sea
into one drop

You are so much more
than what can be
contained in a drop

You are the wild
beautiful ocean itself

Monday, April 17, 2017

Rising Up

This feeling deep inside is growing
It’s like rising up
Out of the deep
Out of the storm
Growing stronger
I am facing the waves
I will ride on the winds that have tried to destroy me
I am a warrior, and even if I fall down
I am rising up, even if I have to crawl
Even if I have to drag myself I will advance
Inch by inch until I start to run
I am afraid still but I know
That the storm is beginning to fear me
For I am becoming a storm

Thursday, March 30, 2017

In the Music

Late night and I stay up
the candle is burning low
I’ve been dreaming again
and I catch memories in the music
this song is carrying me back
to how I felt once

I had glimpses of something grand
maybe I lost them for a while
did they fly away on the notes
of the music I stopped listening to?
did they drift out to sea because
I looked away for a second?

It’s like this song brings it all back
and my head is filled with visions again
the music is whispering to me
I feel like a mystery is waking up

All the things I used to dream of
all the wildness I wanted to keep
and let it go in a splash of ink
and strum of a note
and stroke of a pencil

I am drifting back to that place,
to that time
when my eyes were filled with stardust
and I saw something ineffable in ordinary music
ordinary words
and ordinary sounds and smells
and everything made me feel
a way that I haven’t felt in a while

When I was looking and searching
and maybe I found something
wonderfully mysterious
and then let it fade like old ink
I am finding it again, this part of me I forgot

It is coming back
in the music
It’s speaking to me
in the candle’s flame
in the way the wind smells
and in the sound of the rain
I am glimpsing that mystery again

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

You are my Song

If I could, I would give you a summer breeze;
I’d give you sunlight,
to turn your eyes into jewels.
I would package the smell of fresh grass,
and give it to you with a note that says;
you are wilder than the song of the wind.

We hit the road and drive into the setting sun;
the rays set you aglow.
I play your favorite song for you,
over and over again, on my old guitar,
just to see you close your eyes and smile.
And I am taking notes;
you are more of a song than music itself.

We listen to the owls as the cool night falls,
and the stars come out just for you.
I do not wake you up,
when you fall asleep on my shoulder.
I hold you close,
listen to what your heartbeat sings;
lyrics only I understand.

You are so peaceful in your sleep,
for one so wild when awake.
You are a song,
more alive than freedom;
and you are my song.

This poem is about two of my characters. :)

Wanderer

Flames fought to reach the burning sky
As the wanderer watched
Reflections of hungry fire danced
On the water in the bottom of his pail

The scent of smoke carried him
Back to his childhood
The day his first home burned down
He looked up at the flames and saw it all again

The smoke was swirling, crying, “Run.”
Longing tasted like smoke, how was that?
The fire laughed and he closed his eyes
Let it burn, let it burn...

When he opened them the house was
Burned to the ground...
Smoking timbers,
Smoldering, crumbled walls
Now he was gray like the fog

He smiled and set the bucket down
The water sloshed over the sides and trickled
Into the dry and thirsty ground
He threw his coat over his shoulder

Walked into the desert without a backward glance
That house had never been his home
Fire couldn’t take a thing
From a wanderer like him