I've stepped too close to your fire. and singed some hair, how may hearts aflame.
My only memories, a kindling, my thoughts the billow, my roots ungrounded; but it is spring now, and soon i shall see my new colors.
Part 1. Still a work in progress.
Can one care too much, that one may lose himself? I would rather be lost in snow and trees, than be lost in your eyes. Not that they are cold, nor harsh, but to gaze into them and see such beauty; How did your soak up such warmth if not stolen from the Sun?
It may be cold and below freezing, and you may be away, but as time continues, chosen paths may change, and as far away as you may be, I tilt away from you, my heart still slightly frozen. Yet you still radiate such brilliance, and find away to warm my heart.
These years pass like no other. One would believe that time begrudges; spending it so nonchalantly as if it was a poorly made investment.
Perhaps my bank will accept my watch as a deposit. Or perhaps i shall invest my time in these pages, and when I want to withdraw back into my head, back in time; I shall be the richest.
(Its a bit jumpy, i had some idea where i wanted to go with it.)
She holds a coffee cup in hand
as she waits for winters frosty kiss
Her hoodie, always pulled over her knees
She sits up, looking at the night sky
each star a suspended snowflake
each star a loving soul, embarked to find home in the eyes of the created.
Snow fall like tears, crystallize, become angelic
and her wings known to all under her.
A sparing gift, so willingly given.
Her eyes a majestic beacon of hope.
Stare into her star-lit eyes.
For winter has no hold over her,
follow to her now, her star-lit eyes
and now again, be free.
and as he snuggles into her hoo
The rain drips from the tips of leaves, preciouslife, so fickle to stay.
The grass below holds the dew of the midnight rain, on the tip of the blade it holds. Unrelenting, to quench the soils thirst.
In between, the birds do fly, softest feathers gently kiss the earth, as the wind whispers apologies of broken trees. the sunflower bends to the sky,
Its brown eye stares into the sun, the pedals flutter to wave hello to its distant cousin.
Each sun beam shines on the flower, the sun beaming with pride.
When the wind pick up, a supportive friend, as the red breast takes flight.
She is destined to learn the skies. And the wind is proud.
How do we piece together a puzzle?
when the edges are worn out and torn.
so forlorn are we, under the cratered moon
so where do we begin?
Search for the tape, the safety pins, the gauze,
thread the needle,
stitch it up,
Dress the wound
Pressure the cuts.
We carve out puzzles on our skin too difficult to solve
never trying to resolve them
they become more complex as the maze races along our wrists
But we soon forget why we were running.
Eyes become the pens and pencils,
tracing our mazes, and in the confusion, they give up.
As we gave up the resolve to finish our own puzzles in our head.
You are my muse my friend.
A walking inspirational paintbrush
coloring my life in such details!
Always showing me the greener trees,
Shading them in for us to rest under.
Oh! How every bristle shows your true colors!
Your distant from me now
A satellite in orbit that i just can't see
Or like footprints on the moon.
I wish that is where our friendship resides.
where no dust storms or treacherous tides,
could erode the empire that we've built.
You see, i am a rock on the beach.
Pick me up and examine my beauty,
but never learn of the currents that brought me here.
Those currents eroded our bonds.
Now the broken chains litter the sea.
Perhaps if i was a rock on the moon,
you could have seen the rest of me.
I've stepped too close to your fire. and singed some hair, how may hearts aflame.
My only memories, a kindling, my thoughts the billow, my roots ungrounded; but it is spring now, and soon i shall see my new colors.
Part 1. Still a work in progress.
Can one care too much, that one may lose himself? I would rather be lost in snow and trees, than be lost in your eyes. Not that they are cold, nor harsh, but to gaze into them and see such beauty; How did your soak up such warmth if not stolen from the Sun?
It may be cold and below freezing, and you may be away, but as time continues, chosen paths may change, and as far away as you may be, I tilt away from you, my heart still slightly frozen. Yet you still radiate such brilliance, and find away to warm my heart.
These years pass like no other. One would believe that time begrudges; spending it so nonchalantly as if it was a poorly made investment.
Perhaps my bank will accept my watch as a deposit. Or perhaps i shall invest my time in these pages, and when I want to withdraw back into my head, back in time; I shall be the richest.
(Its a bit jumpy, i had some idea where i wanted to go with it.)
She holds a coffee cup in hand
as she waits for winters frosty kiss
Her hoodie, always pulled over her knees
She sits up, looking at the night sky
each star a suspended snowflake
each star a loving soul, embarked to find home in the eyes of the created.
Snow fall like tears, crystallize, become angelic
and her wings known to all under her.
A sparing gift, so willingly given.
Her eyes a majestic beacon of hope.
Stare into her star-lit eyes.
For winter has no hold over her,
follow to her now, her star-lit eyes
and now again, be free.
and as he snuggles into her hoo
The rain drips from the tips of leaves, preciouslife, so fickle to stay.
The grass below holds the dew of the midnight rain, on the tip of the blade it holds. Unrelenting, to quench the soils thirst.
In between, the birds do fly, softest feathers gently kiss the earth, as the wind whispers apologies of broken trees. the sunflower bends to the sky,
Its brown eye stares into the sun, the pedals flutter to wave hello to its distant cousin.
Each sun beam shines on the flower, the sun beaming with pride.
When the wind pick up, a supportive friend, as the red breast takes flight.
She is destined to learn the skies. And the wind is proud.
How do we piece together a puzzle?
when the edges are worn out and torn.
so forlorn are we, under the cratered moon
so where do we begin?
Search for the tape, the safety pins, the gauze,
thread the needle,
stitch it up,
Dress the wound
Pressure the cuts.
We carve out puzzles on our skin too difficult to solve
never trying to resolve them
they become more complex as the maze races along our wrists
But we soon forget why we were running.
Eyes become the pens and pencils,
tracing our mazes, and in the confusion, they give up.
As we gave up the resolve to finish our own puzzles in our head.
You are my muse my friend.
A walking inspirational paintbrush
coloring my life in such details!
Always showing me the greener trees,
Shading them in for us to rest under.
Oh! How every bristle shows your true colors!
Your distant from me now
A satellite in orbit that i just can't see
Or like footprints on the moon.
I wish that is where our friendship resides.
where no dust storms or treacherous tides,
could erode the empire that we've built.
You see, i am a rock on the beach.
Pick me up and examine my beauty,
but never learn of the currents that brought me here.
Those currents eroded our bonds.
Now the broken chains litter the sea.
Perhaps if i was a rock on the moon,
you could have seen the rest of me.
I don't want to admit it
But sometimes I still feel it
This lavender glow inside my chest that spreads
Down into my gut and up into my face
A warm pulse that floods my body but just as quickly drains
When I realize this feeling
Is in someone else now
When my heart realizes
You aren't around anymore
I don't want to admit it
But sometimes I wish that when you left
You could have given me enough time to carve out my heart
And put it in an envelope for you to shove in your back pocket
So it could still beat for you despite getting bruised
And crushed and I wouldn't feel it anymore
I don't want to feel it anymore
This thing in me that forces me t
You are on my mind
and I find-
that I want you more-
but I will restrain
myself for
your own sanity...
No matter my thoughts
my fantasies
my dreams.
Even though...
I want you to be
mine.
I will leave you
behind.
Your distant from me now
A satellite in orbit that i just can't see
Or like footprints on the moon.
I wish that is where our friendship resides.
where no dust storms or treacherous tides,
could erode the empire that we've built.
You see, i am a rock on the beach.
Pick me up and examine my beauty,
but never learn of the currents that brought me here.
Those currents eroded our bonds.
Now the broken chains litter the sea.
Perhaps if i was a rock on the moon,
you could have seen the rest of me.
My name is Gregory. I'm 21 by the time you read this. I am currently dishwashing at A restaurant named Sunsets. I have put aside writing poetry for a while but I feel that I need to keep some promises and keep writing. I know my skills will only improve. My motivation and inspiration to write are the people in life, and in my life. I write their pain and happiness and create meaning from emotion.
Its been hell, and back again. I am starting the bakers position. its rewarding to see my golden brown bagels come out of the oven, and its amazing to work at 5 and get out at 1, and still have time to do what ever. The rewards of the job get better. As i am focused on baking, 5 minutes here, 13 minutes there....ahhh cooler time to get the dough out....then do it again. Time flys quick when im baking. an 8 hour shift will feel like 4. I like baking.
So last Saturday, my mother and i went to walmart to pierce my ear. Bearly even stung! Its a Small 4mm ball on my lobe. And im really enjoying the new look =D
Its Joe again. Forgot my password and email to my last profile so I made this one. And this one will actually have content! And no, I didn't forget yours and Addie's drawings. I've got them done, I just need to send em.