Leaves
The sounds
Leaves make
Echo
The sounds
Of my heart
The zephyr
Passing through
New leaves
Bonded strongly
To their branch
That’s the sound
My heart made
When I met you
The startled silence
Between the drops
Of a sudden
Summer storm
Taking the trees
By surprise
That’s the sound
My heart made
When I fell for you
The crispy crunch
Of dried autumn leaves
Underfoot
Or raked into a pile
Taunting children
That’s the sound
My heart made
When you broke it
The soundless fall
Of the last leaf
Leaving the tree
Lazing its way
Through air
That otherwise
Seems still
That’s the sound
My heart makes
If I think of you now
In Pieces
It's not fair
I have to breathe
The same air
When you're so whole(some)
And I'm in pieces
And I don't care
That you're so good
At puzzles
Apparently
It's still not fair
When I am here
And you're up there
You're unbreakable
And I'm so broken
How is that a match
Why
Is this a match?
Haunted by her smile
Haunted by her smile
spillways sunshine glistens
from Nile rivers, feline wiles
locks of ebony float across her pale alabaster face, singing every note that poets spoke
by an ocean of tranquility
crashes on the shores of her smiling melody, swimming in clouds of perfect harmony
wild winds riding, Chernobyl burns still, watching nature, her vengeance releases, poetic residue leaks from hidden corners of mountains peak
like a fountain gurgling masses, cool misty waters
stylish of a human being, like an evergreen - keeping secrets enough to make her world more interesting, she is a trail of magic, showing how scars are handwritten notes, where hope, faith and love floats.
Rainy Days
I love the rain,
But I hate the rainy days.
All my feelings come up to the surface,
Tryna come out and play.
Ring around the rosey,
Pockets full of 'help mes'
Ashes, ashes,
We all cry out.
We all fall down.
We all drown.
I love the rain,
But I hate the rainy days.
All my feelings come up to the surface,
Tryna come out and play.
Tag.
Miss me by a mile,
Chase me down,
The race is on,
Come get me now.
Hide and Seek,
You can´t find me,
I'll be hiding behind these walls for eternity.
I love the rain,
But I hate the rainy days.
Snowflakes ?
When you swap security for expediency, and there’s no such thing as ‘a job for life’...
When you swap strong families for quick pleasure, to go cheating around on your wife...
When you pursue money at the harm of nature, and the climate starts to change...
When you swap greed for integrity, then moral codes start to misarrange...
When you swap stability for convenience, bedrocks for community start to disband...
It’s no wonder our young ones are fragile, it’s a shaky foundation for them to stand.
Dreams
are dreams memories
situations we can’t control
drooping eyelids
fantasies
the difference between
time and space
between sheets and nostalgic reveries
do we dream about our lives
or alternate ones
a scattershot
of what we obsess about
are dreams memories
has this happened before
or is this deja vu
drunkenness or the moon’s
pull or maybe just a magical mystery tour
Wrong Time
Name
scratched on napkin
melting ice
blurred intentions
insecurities
hidden by
unyielding thoughts
flight of napkin
through flurry
of courage
devoured words
slipping through
unpatched cracks
can’t see you
through castles
of sand
and encroaching
quicksand
flutters
They’re yelling for us to join the board game
Eyes on me, you call back
“We’re kind of talking in here”
Flutters rise up in my chest
You like me
#challenge #momentaryhappiness
