The viciously ripped away feather soars across the sky, taken by the ever changing wind
Whipping this way and that, left, right, back, and forth
The sky is baby blue and clear of any blemishes left by...
I’ve had a weird all-nighter. Or not weird at all.
It’s just that
All all-nighters are weird.
They hold a sort of empty fullness in them.
Maybe they feel like that because
They are the hours of when y...
Don't let life cut down your tree.
You were born to live, you were born to be.
Spread out those leaves,
even shed as you feel,
they are but for a season
only you are what's real.
Of one thing I'm cert...
As you begin your journey with your blue chair
Remember the sounds of the calm ocean breeze
The walks in the sand and the cool morning air
Puts your mind at ease
The peaceful easy feeling as you sit a...
Grey stormy waves, decayed tides.
Wind through my hair, my fingers; brushing
past my cheeks. Shells that echo in the year
Of past-time storms and past-time winds.
The smell of seaweed floating in the ...
I am spring
You are fall
Separated by the heat
And the cold
Everything still fresh
Still blooming hues
I got the pleasure Of meeting you
The gifts sent
Were chilled to a crisp
To sleep for months
Can you feel the changes
When the nights get crisp
To send shivers
Down to your toes
Electrified When the summer heat
Turns to cold
The leaves change
From the vibrant To dull
To watch the broken piece...
I settle in again to the night, there's not much else. I wake to the moon's translucent pallor still straining for providence over the slumbering souls below. Humility and sadness in its glow as the a...
A walk up the Mountain
rattling bones in a fleshy vessel,
charging through the embraced freedom of nature,
sights of rolling mountains that steal the life source from within,
the breath of invigoratin...
I have recently picked up pen and paper after quite a few years. This is just a sampling of what has done out of my mind.
Poem # 1
Dancing and swaying.
It speaks for that which can not.
Sturdy it stan...
I love the woods.
I believe I've the heart of a wood elf.
Chills caress my pale skin
As the winds roar and silver clouds
Begin to swirl
At first, light rain comes down,
And I look up
When I was younger, butterflies used to land on me
I remember we were on holiday in Wales sitting in a field, playing a board game A big red butterfly came and landed on the back of my hand
it stayed ...
I'm sitting in the garden Watching the birds For anyone who knows me, This is a pretty normal thing for me to do.
On the wall are 4 bird boxes I built them years ago
They have sat empty for a long tim...
There is something about the air in Chile
or there is something that I feel here; in this air
I am reborn here,
every breath here seems full
like when you’re in the sea and you ride a wave...
Everyday I sit on the hill,
watching the sun go down.
Different shades of beauty mingle together before my eyes.
I watch as I imagine myself,
dancing through the ocean of colors.
Soar high among the h...
Intoxicated by the sun, the path seems cheery. The arms of the trees sway to a melody whispered by a secretive breeze. Deep and earthy, the musk of decaying leaves, unbroken by the soil, clings to the...
The sun has turned its back, the moon hangs adrift in swirling sky. A rash of words, unspoken, taste the night and fly.
The murmurs of a lover, the chuckle of a friend, all of these come easily on a d...