forgotten sorrow sounds
and
forgotten hollow words
in the forgotten hallow hole
filled with memories
forgotten
hollow
sounds make up my
forgotten sorrow
words
regrown but once known
in my
forgotten
callow
soul
forgotten sorrow sounds
and
forgotten hollow words
in the forgotten hallow hole
filled with memories
forgotten
hollow
sounds make up my
forgotten sorrow
words
regrown but once known
in my
forgotten
callow
soul
Thoughts on people;
Not everything is beautiful
Thoughts on things;
Not everyone is ugly
Once thought of as the captain
Now regarded as the cargo
When I look towards where I’m sailing
All I can do is whisper Stop
But still
I go careening into the ice
The liquid I cry is far from flammable
Yet it trudges like oil and burns with passion
I am stuck in a pool
Filled with water
It covers me head to toe;
weighs on me like a blanket.
I try to get up
It pushes me down
I try to get up
And sink farther down
To you who may inspire me,
If I was better with words, I’d write you a song; I’d finish a novel; I’d give you a speech. As words aren’t my strong suit, we are left with this: a letter to convey how much I admire you. You taught me many lessons; not through words but actions. And although this may seem out of the blue; I just need to tell these things to you. I wish there was less time from when you come home to when you leave again. I wish I had paid more attention when you were here; huddled close like a box of chocolates, just as sweat and twice as cozy. But as I wasted that opportunity, let me tell you now all the things I admire about you.
You shine like the night sky. You twinkle like the stars. You pull others into your orbit; to them, you are the sun. You are the ground I walk upon, steady and strong. You are the breeze that cools me, bringing me back into my own mind. Like foxfire, you flare your fathomless faith and fearsome friendliness; not once do you ever let it fade. You are always there for me and for that cherish you.
With love and good wishes,
That Whom You Inspire
Why do you suppose the smallest things set me off?
Even sounds that are quieter than a mouse
I hear
I twitch
and then
I pounce
I exist
In the folds of the universe
The specks of your eyes
And when the silence of my cries
Finally disperse
I continue
To exist
The pressure builds up
And cracks the wall
What starts as a trickle
Turns into a flood
As the dam bursts
I can’t help but think
Despite all the damage
That beauty is this
When home you come to visit us
Quick and quiet; there is no fuss
In our ears you whisper these:
Foul and fair will fly in threes
Not twos or fives or nines or eights
But in a couple plus one; that is their fate
Fair and foul make up the two
The third, however, is left up to you
Now this is something long past due
In how you answer; in what is true
Full of sorrow or full of hate
Full of wonder or full of fete
You leave as quickly, with so much ease
Crying now, we sink to our knees
With so much knowledge, it is thus;
It is through our hearts that these words cut
The words bind us to the great pyre
And burn our skin just like Hellfire
We wither we scream we yell we cry;
Please don’t leave us here to die
But when only the ashes are left
Our souls are up and carried West
Up here it all seems so very clear
We hear we cheer we are so near
Our hearts are shining, dancing spheres
The brightest stars in the sky this year
Our souls now know what is the best
It is because of this we are so blessed
No longer will we the truth deny
We have the answers, we know why
As the angels bring us up higher and higher
We sing amongst the Heavenly choir