I like when it rains
Really, it's true
I like the smell of fresh air
and the morning dew.
the twists of water in the sky
the ripples in the lake
I lay in my bed at night
I stay awake
watching,
listening,
the splashes on the pavement,
the wind in the trees.
It's beautiful to me.
I like when it rains.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Ripples of Chaos
What I detest more than anything
is that when I have no control.
Things happen
and I can't reach out
to stop that pebble from hitting
the calm lake of life,
pushing ripples of chaos
over the banks of sanity.
is that when I have no control.
Things happen
and I can't reach out
to stop that pebble from hitting
the calm lake of life,
pushing ripples of chaos
over the banks of sanity.
Friday, August 19, 2011
The Checklist Inside
You lay down and relax. relax, relax
Suddenly and without warning you remember
all the things you need to do
The checklist inside screaming and shouting about tasks
Pulling on your heartstrings
Your heart stops for that moment of desperation
The clock is ticking
It won't stop for you.
Breathe.
You will check them off the list tomorrow.
Relax, relax, relax.
Suddenly and without warning you remember
all the things you need to do
The checklist inside screaming and shouting about tasks
Pulling on your heartstrings
Your heart stops for that moment of desperation
The clock is ticking
It won't stop for you.
Breathe.
You will check them off the list tomorrow.
Relax, relax, relax.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
You Turned Around
I walk down the boulevard
You are striding towards me
I look up and you look up
Our eyes meet for that electrifying second
The buzz is gone.
You're not in my view anymore.
I turned around
To see if you turned around
To see if I turned around.
You did.
You are striding towards me
I look up and you look up
Our eyes meet for that electrifying second
The buzz is gone.
You're not in my view anymore.
I turned around
To see if you turned around
To see if I turned around.
You did.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
One Blade of Grass
One blade of grass thinks that its useless
So does its neighbor
and its neighbor
and its neighbor.
That blade of grass leaves
So does its neighbor
and its neighbor
and its neighbor
And the lush lawn that was once admired by the whole town
became dirt.
brown, instead of bright green
So does its neighbor
and its neighbor
and its neighbor.
That blade of grass leaves
So does its neighbor
and its neighbor
and its neighbor
And the lush lawn that was once admired by the whole town
became dirt.
brown, instead of bright green
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Me
I can't imagine what you go through
I can't imagine what you see
I can't imagine what life's like for you
because you're not me.
but me,
I can only
try to be
the best
me
ever.
I can't imagine what you see
I can't imagine what life's like for you
because you're not me.
but me,
I can only
try to be
the best
me
ever.
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