last night, exhale.
19 May 2012
18 May 2012
two hundred-eighty nine.
sounds like spring.
listening to your smile
unfold in the billows
of your voice is like
watching the flowers
bloom and the petals
unravel beneath the sun.
it's a sign of newness,
fresh beauty sounding
delicate and vibrant.
like a remedy, your smile.
listening to your smile
unfold in the billows
of your voice is like
watching the flowers
bloom and the petals
unravel beneath the sun.
it's a sign of newness,
fresh beauty sounding
delicate and vibrant.
like a remedy, your smile.
16 May 2012
two hundred-eighty eight.
bucket full of.
apologies no longer
converse with sorrow -
no longer sit with remorse -
no longer dance with sincerity -
no longer lay with repentance -
no longer sleep with guilt.
apologies have lost weight
and are holding up signs,
begging people to believe
in them, again -
apologies are starving for
attention and acceptance
but they no longer hold weight -
apologies no longer
converse with sorrow -
no longer sit with remorse -
no longer dance with sincerity -
no longer lay with repentance -
no longer sleep with guilt.
apologies have lost weight
and are holding up signs,
begging people to believe
in them, again -
apologies are starving for
attention and acceptance
but they no longer hold weight -
walk, don't run.
they'll never remember and they'll never forget the clever catch phrase, history repeats itself. it trades frames and places with remnants of old dusty nothings that transform into crystal clear convictions. they'll never understand what it means to say, "hello there." and they'll never understand what it means to say, "we're no longer here." they'll never know what it means to say, "i'll think it over." and no one else will understand what she means when she says, "we'll try something different." long hallways closing in with dark, faint moments that tread alongside her mental - she's moving, disappearing, going into a tunnel of light that surpasses those moments. she's put up a fight, long enough. gloves are worn out and torn down to the very thread of their make. what awaits her feet at the end, she hopes to grab hold of and not just touch. forever. until then, she remembers that they'll always remember and they'll never forget that what happened in the past will surely happen again. but her memory won't latch on to their premature thoughts - she'll prance around a field of sunflowers and sink inside the deep rays of the sun for hours, enveloping in the newness of life. she remembers, it is possible to live twice.
04 May 2012
two hundred-eighty seven.
may's claim.
it was admirable,
the way may came
and walked right on in
with all of its authority,
no knock, no notice.
it has been a bumpy and
challenging trail leading
may to come this way, but
it is certain of its destiny.
no pause, no second thought.
come what way,
come what may,
with may here,
get ready to come
and stay.
no exit, no leave.
broken or put together.
silent or unbearably loud.
soft or rugged.
may has made its claim -
once you enter, yes,
you must stay.
it was admirable,
the way may came
and walked right on in
with all of its authority,
no knock, no notice.
it has been a bumpy and
challenging trail leading
may to come this way, but
it is certain of its destiny.
no pause, no second thought.
come what way,
come what may,
with may here,
get ready to come
and stay.
no exit, no leave.
broken or put together.
silent or unbearably loud.
soft or rugged.
may has made its claim -
once you enter, yes,
you must stay.