Hold on to the people in your life The ones who give you space to exist in theirs You get to be part of a myriad of tales And you live through a hundred different stories Some of yours, some of theirs
Tag Archives: Poetry
Stillness
The hours rush by And day turns to night And night turns into day And we exist In a muddle of crowds, aspirations and emotions Craving for a change For time to still For the day to dawn For the storms to pass by
These Nights
These nights, these nights, these hazy nights Eyes wide open, mind unclear These days, these days, these days Things just dont feel right Eyes wide open, heart unsure I’ve been here before, I can’t say I dont know I’ve walked down these roads before, sat through the same show I know how it all ends,Continue reading “These Nights”
Wishful Thinking
“There has to be a way to fix everything a magical glue that sets the world right every broken heart, every broken dream every broken bone, and every broken link magically glued to work right Everything lost found again Everything that hurts, fixed with time.”
A Note
A note to the writers and dreamers Someday, you and I will be running along beaches with the night breeze running through our hair. Someday, we will be lying carefree in chaise lounges with the soft touch of the sun in our face Someday, we will be sitting by rivers and reading our books;Continue reading “A Note”
Healing
I have meandered a thousand incomplete thoughts Wandered through the unfamiliar terrains of my mind I have picked my way through the sharp shards left from the words I have said to myself And after all these years, meeting myself felt like taking a breath of fresh air After suffocating in the stagnant breath ofContinue reading “Healing”
Statue of Alabaster
I saw a statue of alabaster unaware of the fragile heart that rested within I admired the smooth supple skin on its surface blind to its guilt and its sin I saw a statue of alabaster an object of idolation, and a desire burned within to be a statue of alabaster, always poised and serene.
A grand tale
My love, There is a grand story being written here You won’t see the pattern in it’s ebb and flow You won’t be able to guess at its ending but you will walk the paths you have to walk and as all good tales go, one day you will find yourself standing on the lastContinue reading “A grand tale”
Content
And I guess, I know what it is to be content. It is to be full of love and light To look into the eyes of a loved one And see it reflected back at you It is to laugh, loud and helplessly so To be alone with a book that mirrors your soul ToContinue reading “Content”
Letting Go
People pass like time Like running water Like drafts of wind on a summer night Like a wisp of smoke trailing heavenward And all that’s left in their wake is the fragrance of their presence A distant memory of their touch On your life People pass like time Like running water Like drafts of windContinue reading “Letting Go”
