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BoundlessI feel lost, in love yet loveless
Moved yet untouchable
Hearts breathing for that sudden understanding
Our glances lost to one another
Intertwined yet hidden in our own thoughts
What brings forth this quiet longing to free the unspoken
With wide eyed wonder I see everything in nothing
And my words are boundless
As are my thoughts of you.
UntitledWhat is it that brings us to the edge of every boundary we create for ourselves
When we are faceless, nameless, yet beautifully engineered to breathe
And feed the aches and palpitations of our unanswered hearts
When we seek the unknown in the starlight
And the darkness that surrounds it...
What can be known, then, in faith what it is to love
And be loved
Only that we are at the heart of this existence...singular, yet never alone to the same sky, the same earth, and the same air that we breathe.
Waiting to surfaceEvery day varies between the ever-rising emotional tides
And the facade that continuously burns underneath
Time interweaving in each undertaking that this life sets forth
We are all alone to ourselves, apart in many ways
Yet understanding is ever sought after in so many forms
I breathe everything and seek it in the sky
I rise just to know that I am more than just alive
What is to be met in turn
Even in those close to me
Learn to never turn a blind eye, for there is always more underneath
Waiting to surface.
What is loss?Those who see, do not
Those who know, do not
Every breath measured to the very extent
Everything can break apart in a snap
And it is like the crack of lightning
Some things are felt more than they are heard
A solemn countenance
More awake than anything
What is loss?
It cannot be spoken or brandished with sympathy
Nor can it be broken under any weight
Memory can be a funny thing at these times
When all you can do is feel what is missing.
Look with eyes focusedStand tall they say
All I do is live
And all I do is live anyway
Grateful and lost
What little I share in this
This sudden collision between each thought held to my palms
Rise they say
You will live
And you will live another day
And I do.
What is enough to those that barely seek within themselves
What it is that we seek in others
Will it ever be enough, even if I am lost to the isolation of each uncertainty spoken between us...
I will live another day always, always
Surrounded in isolationWhispers heard through mountains
Surrounded by the faltering light of a full midnight sky
The sudden urge for me to rest brings me to a sudden realization
Within this isolation where I can see everything
Even my own clouded breath...
What brews within this mind
As my eyes climb higher with each wandering thought that reaches further into the frigid air
Everything that looms above me
And everything that encompasses
Even as I am unaware of what it is that I withhold.
My shoulders bare more than that of the time passing
And what is spoken brims with little knowledge as to what is felt
Seen beyond every fault, every shade of color melting within quiet eyes
Sometimes, it is just enough to feel the lightness that flows through my breath and through my skin.
What it is to be alone.
What it is to be alive.
ResonanceWe dig shallow holes
And let the rain seep through our veins
Shimmering and alive, like summer...
Fields of gold and a sudden brightness emerge from soft memories
I rise to such an occasion where I breathe into morning
We all stream through memories
Pass each other by
We withhold our countenance,
Sometimes there are just not enough words to express it...
Yet, there are things that I can appreciate
Only because I seek the same depth of resonating light in others.
NumbersUncertainties are numbered
Whispers heard within this melancholic reality
Even as I shine through it
The view is pretty from afar
And the shades of green move me
The shades of spring
And the sun
I am already looking to fall
In all it's glory
When the past clears within cold midnight skies
And memories glide past
Regrets are numbered, but never encompass my being
There are those I wish I knew
There are those who I wish were closer
We breathe as we pass each other...
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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