The Words Rattle

I miss the person I was when I wrote poetry. I looked at the world like a love letter addressed to me from something greater, and lately I need that kind of hope in my life.

I will write one poem a day for two weeks in hopes to build a habit and rediscover my spark!

Let me stain your face

With kisses

And your heart with my love

So that my color

Will blend with yours

To become a painted sky

I used to be a poet once

But now I've lost my spark

The words that once came freely

Are lost now in the dark.

I try not to get discouraged

At this subtle, painful change

But I've become a different person now

Though I yearn to be the same.

I heard the whispers of gold

That rode on the breath of dawn

They were quiet

With their tickling breath

As i was sobered by the sun

I knew i had to leave you

When sitting by your side

Began to feel painful

Instead of like home

Thoughts of Love #1

I want to be the one that you think about before you fall asleep. I want to be the reason behind that smile, the one you can't wipe away. I want you to see me everywhere, and get butterflies when I'm around. I want you to miss me when I'm gone, and to hold me when I'm there. I want you to look at my face and see me.

There's so much that I want to say to you, but I'm too cowardly to. Above everything, more than I want the sun to shine, or the wind to blow, I want for you to love me.

Thoughts on Love #8

In the waves is the truth behind love. It doesn't burn like a fire, or dance like the wind. Love is the rippling, crashing, rising, falling, swaying, never-ceasing tide which crashes against the shores of my heart. Slowly chipping away at the rock-solid armor which protects the person who has been hurt one too many times.

God in his wisdom made the fly And then forgot to tell us why.

Ogden Nash’s Zoo

Can you hear the darkness breathing?

In and out

The shadows are eerily still

Yet alive

With the telltale beat

Of a blackened heart

Freedom.

I have dreamed of the word

But have always been uncertain

Of its meaning

Is it choice,

Or ability?

Or is it something in between?

I ask for freedom

But wonder

Which side of the bars

I see