Night mode mistakes the time of dayturning up the light to displaythe color often cloaked in darknessduring the night hours. A beautyto admire as the autumn dayscontinue to shrink suddenly,I admire the days where I walkoutside without a chill causingthe hairs on my skin to standat attention. Right now I amblinded by the moon, unableContinue reading “Night Mode”
Category Archives: Poem
Regulate
Follow the rhythm of your lungsas you walk or sit or simply existfor your breath tells your a lotabout the state of yourselfhow to regulate your emotionsthe ways in which you driftin and out of timethe choices you avoidthe to-dos you put offanother day for this dayisn’t the time or placeto check off what couldbeContinue reading “Regulate”
Steady Your Paddle
in the rolling of the day to daytrust you will remain okayyou will steady your paddleinstead of floating awayyou will fight your battleslearn how to not unraveldiscover your mantrasto quiet your inner criticembrace each challengemove with the rhythm ofthe ever-changing realitythat is life
Separate
A poem cansimply be a poem.My personal beliefs are mine to hold close. The wording can carry as much weight as I choose to know,the readers interpretationis theirs alone.
Chill
The chill in the airwelcomes in the new seasonprior to the official date,bundling under blankets, I driftbetween sleep and the day,slow mornings remind me ofend of Septembers by the lakestaring up at the skyspotting shooting starsand talking aboutthe meaning of lifewhile the warmth ofthe fire dwindles away.
Learning Lessons
Dreams from the night beforelinger in the backgroundfor the remainder of the day.We pray for what we cannot controlto have a positive outcome.Sending wishes out into the universeto be on our side, for everythingbad to turn out alright.Luck teaches us lessons, we don’talways know we’ve been dealta bad hand when we’re drowningin the consequences ofContinue reading “Learning Lessons”
As a Kid
Adults tell you as a kidtime moves faster for them.Which you don’t believebecause time moves at aglacially slow pace.Days feel like weeks,weeks feel like months,and so on and so forth.Shifting into new decadesdo you begin to comprehendwhat you were told as a kid.
Peace
My thoughts float above my being,I drift through days,watch the moon rise,listening to the waves,drifting through the dreamsI will surely forget in the morning.
Reflection
Over the bridge, there’s a riverreflecting the treeson a cold summer daylaughs linger throughthe quiet of naturereminders of seasonsas the heat finally breaksthe possibilities ofwhat could be awaitin the mirrored wateronly if you choose to see.
Nonlinear
I miss your smile these days.I trace my steps through the summer seasonsearching through memories I thought I lostonly to reappear in instances where smellsremind me of my childhood.I avoid driving by your housein the winter, I hate seeing someonewho isn’t you celebrating in the houseI called home in the warmer months.Christmas lights glistening don’tContinue reading “Nonlinear”
