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There is a hermit down the road who etches poetry into the wind. Catch her in a kind moment (usually Tuesdays) and she might teach you to blow boomerang kisses that find there way back to you.
I think about it every day
the browning leaves
the crisp, cool breeze
all the joy in simple task
my house made of glass
vulnerable, clear
a transparency to outlast
I think about you every day
You, coming to me in my dreams
brought about by solitude
my thoughts ventured to you
In the silence of the night
Days
As the days go fast
quick as a lightning strike
cherish the day light as
it serves with humility
look forward to the evening
when the day ends its short life
embrace each day as it unfolds
like a child in mother’s arms
each and every moments we have
were gifted to us by nature’s grace
Voices
I have great news
Read all about it
Fear says you’ll fail
Faith says I doubt it
Failure says I told you so
Hope says try again
Apathy says why bother
Love says you might win
Winning says I can
Losing says I quit
Anxiety says hurry up
Patience says wait a bit
Faith will see you through
Doubt will ask you why
Love is always honest
Fear will tell a lie
All the voices talk at once
And each of them is you
Joy or Sorrow rides upon
The ones you listen to
To whom it may concern
The post office got me my sweatshirt back
I hope the pieces I gave you helped you feel alive
Because the pieces that you took from me keep me up at night
It’s just: I meant it when I said I was in love with you
I meant it when I said I slept better
That the daydreams outweighed the nightmares
And the demons started drowning in their drinks
I meant it when I said you would ruin me
Bandages on the arms
And the ribs
And the veins
I went to Halloween as myself with self esteem
I smiled so big in my passport photo
Thinking I was going somewhere
Thinking, drinking, gone
Broken hearts still beat
Ticking on and on and on
Even if sometimes we wish they wouldn’t
Even if sometimes the moon can go fuck it self
Even if sometimes the stars and fate can blow me
Sometimes the life lesson says I love you
Sometimes things just don’t work out
And sometimes that’s ok
But I’m not
Most times my mother is right, and I still don’t listen
But this time was so bright
This time was so much better
All candles and floodlights and serotonin
I don’t hate you
I cant
I just hate how the walls all have chips in them
And how the locks all fold to a smile
And how the things they were supposed to keep safe
Are just
Gone
