Searching for myself in other people's words
Hidden between punctuation and prose
My hands can't possibly articulate the way that my soul operates
The way that those letters and inflection hit me
Bust my heart open
and make me understand the parts of myself
where light dares not descend
I look for that perfect mirror
To rationalize the irrational
The fears and dreams that have been forgotten
Brushed aside to make way for the expected
But never expecting the truth that is hidden
Between the black and the white.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Monday, October 15, 2012
Journey
Silently Accepting
This is the way it needs to be
The car must slow down or it will crash
No need to come to a halt, however
Just a reasonable speed
If you aren't on board with me,
I'll just go my own way.
But I'll plant my flag on every street
Should you wish to find your way
To where I am
Gone so far, yet still right here.
This is the way it needs to be
The car must slow down or it will crash
No need to come to a halt, however
Just a reasonable speed
If you aren't on board with me,
I'll just go my own way.
But I'll plant my flag on every street
Should you wish to find your way
To where I am
Gone so far, yet still right here.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
The Unknown
My hands are too small,
My heart is too big
and in between them
is a mind that refuses to quiet
With open eyes and closed mouth
I stand at the doorway of a place I do not know
There is no hand holding mine this time
No shoulder for my tears
This time, it is only up to me and chance
No going back, no matter how much I want to
Press down, one foot and then the other
See the world as a new place, strange and familiar
But never the same again.
My heart is too big
and in between them
is a mind that refuses to quiet
With open eyes and closed mouth
I stand at the doorway of a place I do not know
There is no hand holding mine this time
No shoulder for my tears
This time, it is only up to me and chance
No going back, no matter how much I want to
Press down, one foot and then the other
See the world as a new place, strange and familiar
But never the same again.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Hands
Free falling into destiny
I finally recognize these hands as my own
Recognize the fact that I can do anything
But I won’t.
I’m a lazy lost soul with a voice that makes no sound
My eyes cast no shadow as they trace the outlines of you
These hands
Gripping for an outcome that cannot be
Longing for something else entirely
Waiting for the chance to prove that this will all be alright
If I could just listen
to my silent voice
telling me to create something good for myself
Only myself this time
Without a safety net
With no one by my side
It’s a scary world out there...
I finally recognize these hands as my own
Recognize the fact that I can do anything
But I won’t.
I’m a lazy lost soul with a voice that makes no sound
My eyes cast no shadow as they trace the outlines of you
These hands
Gripping for an outcome that cannot be
Longing for something else entirely
Waiting for the chance to prove that this will all be alright
If I could just listen
to my silent voice
telling me to create something good for myself
Only myself this time
Without a safety net
With no one by my side
It’s a scary world out there...
Full Moon
There was a moment
Where I thought that we could make this work
A moment where we were perfect
Interlocking
Entwined
And then gone
Waning and waxing
but at that moment
When we were full
It was as if the universe smiled on us.
Where I thought that we could make this work
A moment where we were perfect
Interlocking
Entwined
And then gone
Waning and waxing
but at that moment
When we were full
It was as if the universe smiled on us.
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