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Ecclesiastical

I wrote a poem.  I’m at a crossroads in life, and no doubt overwhelmed. Enjoy.
Clearly, your feet have not dipped past the ivy crusted rims

Feeling the soft tickling of forgotten mosses,

They’ve meandered through the clattering shells clinging

To rounded flowers opening and closing before you.

They have not waded between the fluid roads revealed and at end

In the sky wandering round and straight in their wondrous Milky Way.

 

Where have you rested your head, those days you believed it was softened moss?

Whose breath did you let caress your face, what purple did you make your shade of nightingale?

 

They turn round eastward, towards instinctively home

The auburn sky is ablaze and you are there,

Feeling nothing

But still teeming, seething and afloat.

The chasms spread before, thinly sunk into worn crevices,

Peeling skins off of the age old trees and the heaven dense auras

The valleys and its hidden villages are to be pillaged

Only by those ravenous in the mouth.

A donkey bears the laden fruits of your search

And together you make it to the hole

Where you bury the hatchet, and leave the memories under

The skies fondle a home in the murky waters below.

Your sister is both there and already in the wind,

Faces sunken, but never lost.

Well done, the deed is done.

Whatever you have seen,

The losses you have carried,

The tragedies you have committed in both your name and others,

The slandered will rest easy tonight.

 

When the night falls, and you offer your soul to the pits,

You are free, and free of burden.

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In a weird place

I will start writing again soon. I’m in a non-committing mood, where sharing some of my favorite pics of the week is really the most I can muster.

Anyways, I just thought that first, this woman has an amazing back.

And I want to get married in a forest, with a backless dress, and flowers in my hair.

I wonder how differently or similarly my life will turn out for me. Hopefully it will be wilder than my most unforgiving dreams.

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Marry me

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Give me a poem

I said goodbye, and never

left – I swallowed lullaby

and answered phone calls

with a voice, neither

good nor bad.

 

Mary said, its not a life

like that, I thought she

lied and painted pictures

of flowers in bright

sunlight, and gave them

 

names (like human beings).

I held boys like pillows,

never leaving lipstick

on pale girl’s cheeks –

sleeping and starving

 

I smoked my life away.

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Breakup. (I swear I’ll stop moping soon, but it’s great inspiration!) :)

Oh lover of mine, it’s now my time to muse.

A little too late, glorious memories escaping in vivid hues…

When I described to you, your immense measure

I painted you as paints seeping through, dominating pleasure

 

I am the anticlimax of our love story

I am the silence between each breathless confession

I am the repetition of all your past torments

Hurried words you blowed into my ear

 

A conniver’s kiss that dragged you into a world of self doubts

Troubled, plunging abyss beyond what is yours to measure

The tale has ended, the actors disperse

Curtains tear down, lights turn out

I cannot make out your face in the crowd.

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