"Listen. That's your poem."
Distant waves sizzled and crunched. Wind pushed through leaves, framing silence with subtle sighs.
Tonight I met The Best Poet in America. I met a writer who believes in a God, a combination I always find pleasantly surprising.
"Dictionaries are word graveyards," he said, "they make words static. Every word has life, but dictionaries make them flat."
Occasionally I meet people who pause everything in motion for a moment, who command all the bustling noise in the world to stop and listen. Who pull me out of my head, which I love, but I find that I have a horribly hard time getting back. And as for now, I'm lost.
My family is starting to fall apart. No, scratch that. It has been in the process of developing cracks over the past few years. Even as I write these words, I can overhear screams from the other room. The disrespect, the hatred, the lies that have been injected into all of our minds. I will not say that I am exempt from this madness, but I will say that I wish I wasn't part of it. These drilling times often make me daydream of the parts of life that weren't always this way. I remember the days as a kid, spending family day, going on trips. Now, I am scared of speaking a word in fear that relationships will be tarnished and diminished. I am scared to walk through the door, unsure of which versions of these people that I will find. These people are strangers, strangers in their own homes and bodies.
i love those moments in life where you just stop caring about everyone and everything, when you have nothing to lose and you cant get any lower in life so you can scream fuck the world and shout and sing and dance or wallow in self pity crying and cutting we can be honest with ourselves for once and show what we feel on the inside, if people see you like this, they often look the other way but soon enough the situation will be reversed and they will be the ones people turn away from, its a beautiful cycle of temporary insanity.
every night when i look up at the sky, my eyes jumping from star to star, i imagine your skin against mine, i think about our souls intertwining as i whisper my every thought into your ear, then im pulled back into reality and i remember you're a million miles away alone in a different bed and as my eyes fill with tears and my heart starts to hurt, i look up knowing that although i cant touch you, at least we're still under the same sky and thats what keeps me going.
Rushing through the trees, gliding over streams, rustling through my hair, the morning breeze roams through the world freely changing the stillness. pushing a girls hair into her eyes, it causes her to avoid the violent man she would've otherwise fallen for. a bumble bee is swept away from the swift claws of a curious kitten. A red leaf sways to the ground signifying the beginning of autumn. dandelion seeds float gently around a toddler as her sticky fingers grab at the mystery. the steam rising from my cup of tea is slated to the left as a slight breeze hits my neck