Tuesday, August 30, 2016
Monday, August 29, 2016
Sunday, August 28, 2016
Friday, August 26, 2016
Thursday, August 25, 2016
The Clouds are Trying to Settle In
There once was a time where you were delighted just by waking up to a room filled with rogue rays of sunlight.
Lately that cheery greeting upsets you enough for you to settle further into the covers with more pillows over your eyes.
For days like that, I hope you remember, I'm always here ready to take your hand and help you up or through.
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
West Coast Sunsets
You always were my bet on the painter of the skies out here. I mean, the west coast has always been heavy handed with your favorite colors and the rains never seem to fade away - much like the storms you begged for as you lived so far away from the slightest drop.
Thank you for being such a worldly artist.
Monday, August 22, 2016
Friday, August 19, 2016
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
History Books Always Omit This
There was a time when every word I wrote was meant for one person. It was just a point in time when one person meant more to me than I thought anyone else ever could. Little did I know how wrong I was. As the days passed and more ink was spilled I slowly came to the realization that they were just another person. Once the full force of that hit me though I began to claim that these words are merely the last in my bag and I am going to use them so that you never feel alone again. I decided that I would sit down each day, slice open a new vein and write how I was feeling so that someone when that when you felt that was feeling so that when you felt the same way you felt better because you knew that someone else had felt to same too. Because knowing that is exactly enough for you, sometimes.
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Pink: A New Shade
Slowly he adds pigment to the plastic, white, overly clean pallet from bright, vivid bottles; he's almost too precise with the basics. Then he picks up a ratty, little brush, nothing more than a handle now, and mixes together as though they will soon be exactly what he is looking for - effortlessly, the way everything else has done in his life. This is exactly why she calls him the mixer, the master, of emotions.
Monday, August 15, 2016
For the Young and Free
There's always that one summer
that effortlessly takes you back
no matter how old you are.
With lyrics that you just can't forget
and a face that smiles in all your dreams.
And a sun that never feels cold -
even when there are grey skies
they're bordered in silver silken
angel feathers. Butterflies to
kiss noses and grass with dew
that licks your toes all day long.
It's a summer filled with
an irreplaceable love for life
and I'm so glad you
were a part of mine.
Sunday, August 14, 2016
Saturday, August 13, 2016
Friday, August 12, 2016
Yesterday Makes Two Years
For calling myself a poet, I must be doing a terrible job. I can't find any words with enough power and love to thank you for all this time you've helped me to live and enjoy this life I've got.
Oh, and I almost forgot, thank you for allowing me to make you smile so much. It's a glorious sight to see.
Wednesday, August 10, 2016
Tuesday, August 9, 2016
Even Superman has to Learn Again Sometimes
If healing every broken wing were as easy as tying a splint made of twig and grass to the wound every one of us would know the taste of clouds and be addicted. Because it is difficult, and for good reason, I hope you know I love you so much that I will be by your side until you know what the sky tastes like every moment of every day.
Please fly safely so you can return after your journey.
Monday, August 8, 2016
Sunday, August 7, 2016
Saturday, August 6, 2016
Friday, August 5, 2016
(S)He Never Lies
I was searching for enlightenment unlike that which was already understood and accepted. I found every answer I could ever need in you.
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
Bathing in Fresh Air
Faded purple petals fall around me, music plays from my headphones peacefully along side the gentle buzzing from the bees above my head, the brilliant emerald "wannabe" grass shimmers in the spring sunlight, and I wonder how you would like to sit beside me reading the words that inspired me to write things like this out loud to me. It's one of those scenes, those moments you love so much, but still can't accurately put into description for others - so why don't you join me next weekend?
Tuesday, August 2, 2016
Monday, August 1, 2016
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