between the light of evening and the darkness of night blue sky whispers pink clouds that can barely be seen and the gulls flap their wings keep moving against the cold breeze and the wind picks up and swirls around you i see golden edged grass bending low i smell wet earth that sinks as…
Tag: Poems
in the deep
Under the water is a menagerie of beings glowing bright. It is like ballons under the water. When you sink down to the bottom, you hold you hands up and feel nothingness (which feels like something). It makes you want to cry, but not because of pain — from something else. And the quiet listeners…
on this wave falling towards the deep
Girl on the board on the wave. Gliding. Lean back. Hover forward. Like you’re always right on the edge of falling down. Girl rides the wave and she makes it look easy. Like it’s the easiest thing in the world when she shifts left. Shifts right. Girl knows what to do as she comes to…
no matter what
I step left. You can’t see me. I step right. No more fear. It’s just a game. So, I shrug. I’ll get my way. I’ll get my in. It’s a dance to me. I’m watching you. I find what I need. I feed you. I feed back. I get what I need. You could move…
inhale the world
dew-scented mornings pulling breeze from a golden sun seriousness left behind and all that remained was laughter filling the air if dancing among rosy clouds meant spending time with knowing a deep burning fire would fill me with a spark of inspiration beginning again would release self mispersceptions and heal the jagged edges of time…
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