Climb
Give yourself a break As you navigate your way You’ve been through hell But tomorrow’s a new day Though it may lead right back to hell No one can make you stay Climb your way out With your scars on display
Category: Written Thoughts
November’s Way
November’s golden embers Grow dimmer by the day Faded and fallen Never long to stay Never ones to say goodbye Just gone for good one day Though we wish to hold on That is November’s way
Too Young to Vote
Too young to vote We’ve all been there When we were innocent And unaware Of the contention I’m right; you’re wrong The constant noise That’s gone on too long Before we’d ever heard Of hanging chads When a Happy Meal Was what made us glad When the grown-ups stood In long lines As we played… Read More Too Young to Vote
Evergreen
The old-growth pines Are slowly letting go Brittle needles fall Orange-tinged below Where pinecones sprout Evergreen The wind’s a mix Of pine and gasoline A chainsaw hums In the distance
Whispers
Words drop from lips Like leaves to the ground Colorful, textured Sounds Fall, falling, fallen Whispers Lost sentiments Of the season
Sickly-sweet
No matter how you slice it A pie is still a pie No matter how you hear it A lie is still a lie Served on porcelain plates With fancy silverware Covered in whipped cream With an extra plate to share Their filling sickly-sweet Their aftertaste despair
Who’s Ever Told You
Who’s ever told you: You’re too happy Too sad Wear solids Not plaids You’re too stupid Too smart Think with your head Not your heart You’re too serious Too funny Life’s all about The money You’re too skinny Too fat There’s an app To fix that Who’s ever told you And why’d you ever… Read More Who’s Ever Told You
Chalk Dust
I’m starting to forget Details of his face The subtle, precious details Time cruelly has erased They drift away like chalk dust Before they dissipate
Float
Delicate wings Worse for wear Powered by faith Float on air
Swing
We used to swing as children From branches young as us Telling stories Whispering secrets Breathing wishes Into the future But would we ever catch them there? Swinging from branches Aged and weathered Carrying the weight of life Our stories Our secrets Our wishes Those we’re still chasing Those forever lost to us
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