1/24/2019 0 Comments Lovemost of the time words are enough.
there’s enough of them to say what we need to say and enough to understand what needed to be understood. but there are a few instances in life when words no longer suffice, when emotions surpass verbal understanding. the english language gave us three words, one short phrase, to communicate what even a lifetime often cannot express. I love you. Don’t waste it on people who don’t matter.
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1/6/2019 0 Comments writingWhen songs pause in their path from my mind to my lips and the sound no longer escapes from me,
When the notebook paper is blank and my pen rests heavily beside these lines unfilled by poems, When the stories stop coming from my heart through my soul and heart and onto its canvas, That’s when you’ll know that I lost the only part of me that was worth singing and writing about. 11/4/2018 0 Comments true friendscount your true friends
by the ones who loved you when you didn't understand not only how to love but how to let yourself be loved. 11/4/2018 0 Comments EyesJust know that when you hurt me
I don’t see myself in your dark eyes But the reflection of the hundreds of people Who hurt you first. 11/4/2018 0 Comments IndispensableI know in our world
So much can be easily tossed away Disposable Replaceable Expendable But remember that some people and things are Fixable Mendable Indispensable But more than anything You must be able to tell the difference. 1/15/2018 0 Comments cupid's other arrowLike a first true love pierces souls with cupid's dart You, my friend, have broken my innocent heart Perhaps it began when I confessed deep dreams Poured out my soul, Much too soon now it seems Were my thoughts too much? Did I go a step too far? I wish the wound to heal, But inside remains a scar. I loved you, my friend, As only a true friend could but I spoke what I thought, Not what I should. But if this wounds you It wasn't meant to be But it doesn't wound you As this scar does me. For when you've given your heart, your very soul then it's shattered to pieces It must take a toll We are told beware Of loves first affection When really we should fear Friendship's deep connection. For if even our friendship Was not meant to last How could any more Remain steadfast? And so my dearest friend I write for friends, for you For the talks, the quiet, The laughs and tears too. But mostly I write this To mourn our friendship The loss of a lifetime Of deepest kinship. 1/13/2018 0 Comments memorymemory
It whispers what was and what was not, tugging my soul into that which has been long forgotten but for the melody The sighs and sounds of thoughts That long for remembrance in silence of long and lonely nights and moments in which it is only the memory and melody that comforts me. only stirrings of something irrevocably gone. but it whispers. 1/13/2018 1 Comment to the little ones...play in the rain
dance with your umbrella count all the drops jump in every puddle and when the day arrives that you are content to sit inside with a book curled inside your blanket remember how you once danced in the rain and laughed at the funny dark clouds and drank from the skies when the storms were your friend. *** oh little girl I would whisper. let your wings unfurl And don’t bring them in. my dearest one, don’t let them paint on your wings still undone with colors that are not your own. you darling child, fly farther than out of sight they cannot catch you in the wild for we are all chained to the ground |
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