Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind. -Marcel Proust

Why wait?

Make a pretty face and say I'm fine...I'm okay...only in the nighttime... -Phantogram

windhand-evergreen

I wanna be yours

All I really want in life is a secret garden

acolyte

An arduous journey, him and I 

I didn’t want to avoid mud puddles

I wanted my boots to graze the muck below

so I could feel like I was accepting of my pain

a discordant reality enthralled me and I had to write

he was once my acolyte 

and now he banished all thoughts of me

when we finally broke apart I wondered

where the love went

was it hiding from me like a mischievous creature 

waiting for the perfect moment

to strike its longing upon me again?

you say you’re full but you’re empty

empty

go ahead and break our story 

send me your missiles 

because I wouldn’t have it any other way

Love is paradise

England

Give out

Before Dawn

Sun will rise up

Use your word-hoard to articulate your feelings for me

And your surroundings

And daily you drink coffee like it attributes to your artistic ability

Like it forces arbitrary meanings you couldn’t otherwise place

Just add a euphemism to make yourself feel better

When I liked it more when you were harsh

Fortress untold

A day after this I see you 

Wandering in the mist

Wandering in the nightmare

Returning to me only when it’s time for lovers to wake

Spun in dreary cyclical motions only while trembling in your weary hands

A voice is your tonic

A painting your muse

A growl only ceases when fed

A need only ceases when met

Softly I whisper magic to you

You gaze back only to muster a sweet, sweet word to haunt my last living breath

“Now”

Geotic- Bless the Self

Everything I love is on the table -the national

the greats

A Dream

Be amazing

Hammock- Pathos

God only knows what I'd be without you...

If it's not fun, don't do it

 
                                                                      Difference

Settle with grey skies

Dead clouds

Restless emotions

Scattered lives finally awaken

Like ivy on a stone wall you saw in 

Adolescence

I slept like it mattered

I slept in that doorway 

I gave in to my wandering 

Is my existence a sailboat?

Go on that roof to write

Go to a thousand places before the clock pivots

Dream it and sing it a lullaby  

Across the ocean a year passes and we sank

You taught me how to cry

I inhale smoke and let it rip until it can touch the other side of me

Unattainable landslides that will soon be attainable

A myriad of multicolored leaves

Every shade of green

All the facets that surround the soil to make them a golden Heaven on Earth

Find your wound and you’ll find your purpose

Let go of the human air

To possess the tragic story that will save us all 

Invest in yourself

Mother

A mother trickles down those lost and lonely stairs

People tell her that she’s beautiful but she doesn’t seem to care

To catch her off the box is a rare sight indeed

Another world, another planet she really wants to be

Because she does not partake in the shallow things we do

Her orb contains a heart bigger than any of us knew 

Stronger than the waves crashing upon that frightful sea

Her blue and grey stories meant everything to me

She sings her songs of courage, she sings her songs of grace

Her poetic words of parting the men always have to chase

As a little girl she skipped and granted other people magic

Soft hands floating above the piano like doves who seem to have it

Go now into the unknown without fear

Please, can’t someone tell her she knows her destiny?

She knows her inevitable point in time, you see

I decided to walk into your dream and not only inspire but

I changed it

Because I’m your umbrella you carry with you

Through the rain which seldom breaks your heart

Sleep tight my dear, for soon you’ll feel the Arizona sun

And with conviction it tells you the new day has begun.

Morning Yearning

Now

Emulate inner peace

Keep close to nature's heart

I passed a guy

I passed a guy on the street today

He was dead in the ground like moss 

Purging decay on the sidewalk and before I knew it

I bypassed his body 

Afraid his sorrow would leak onto me

I shuddered and thought to myself

I wonder what he was like before this?

Did he do his hair proper every morning and kiss his kids goodnight?

Did he attend funerals and mourn the loss of his loved ones?

Where were they now?

I passed a guy on the street today

I thought things

And yet I still passed his body

Like moss in the ground

I want watercolors, nature and solitude