15 Thursday Aug 2019
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beauty, blogger, creative writing, death, grieving, lost, love, poem, poet, poetry, sadness, writing
The evening after I read your obituary,you crawled into bed with me. Your spirit did not muss the sheetsor bend the mattress. Your voice could have been the breeze,but the breeze never tells me to eat more avocados. In your sleepy whisper you recite the lord’s prayer,but change father to sister. Your last goodnight is […]
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21 Friday Sep 2018
Posted in creativity, poetry, Uncategorized
In perfect worlds of
Imperfect beings,
Explanations of common beauty
Is long lost
To the subconscious.
So the shape and sizes
Are taped as prizes.
Nature, at times,
Sneaks in,
Tricks sin,
Seeks through vein
Then, attraction is found
In the colors. Their brightness
In the unexplainable. Its art
In the different. Its authenticity
In a world of blinds crossing skies,
And the limped crossing rivers,
Very few take the time.
To see <
Converse ’till it’s late;
Ask clouds of their beauty:
Free falling; filling rivers
But those who do
Are blessed
With a third eye. So skin,
No longer,
Holds pockets-full of lust
It holds beauty: something to map the lost.
Clothes are no longer framed by Finance
To honor chance,
But are
Intertwined simply
Inter the simplicity
Of none other than art—commonly viewed as beauty.
19 Friday Jan 2018
I’m from the city:
Where angels don’t descend to help,
They’re in the corners getting higher.
No preaching, nor evangelism could convince
Heaven will not give them a chance and
Heaven is not rolled up in a piece of paper.
Because when in a room stories down,
Grace is lit on one end
Inhaled from the other,
As they mount five stories, no ladder
No wings,
Didn’t care that the lungs sing,
“Please, Stop!”
So I don’t advise praying.
At least, not to the ones ascending
Heaven sends help upon summons
But, your best bet is to face your own demons.
19 Tuesday Dec 2017
Tags
attention, college, consistency, friends, friendship, hopes, lost, meaningless, semester, stability
I taste the wind
I sense the sand
Have you yet begone,
My semester friend?
(Semester Friends)
A scarcity of time.
Vast procrastination,
Such distraction–
I lack attention.
I seek consistency
Perhaps stability,
But we produce:
A change in the winds
The rolling of sands–
My companion,
Let’s be more
Than just semester friends.
(Semester Friends)
Stay tuned for the release of the full poem this Friday (12/22/2017)
03 Saturday Jun 2017
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21 Tuesday Mar 2017
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05 Tuesday Apr 2016
Posted in poetry
Tags
art, children, creative, creativity, dreams, happiness, lost, poem, poetry, Rain, smile, write, writing
Why don’t we play in the rain?
Why don’t we smile at the simple things?
Why don’t we smile when we have
everything to smile about ?
What made childhood become lost
behind serious faces ?
Who did it ?
Or
was it ourselves ?
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