When the ink-stained pages
paint a familiar reflection
i remember why
we must continue to write
-outlook
Tag: poetry
Philocalist
when i feel lost i look to the stars. i feel home among them. amongst the things that seem the most unknown. transparency. born in delicate layers of hope. the beauty they bleed. farewells whispered in the most majestic ways. blowing themselves out of proportion. trying to feel plausible.
Serendipity
grand cityscapes, that
are not our own.
wipe our canvas clean,
soon street maps and ticket subs
contour the scene.
woven together, an existence of
rainy days and coffee beans.
sundays spent sipping dreams
we vow to chase until
our worn out soles
find their resting place.
Mizpah
there was a girl made of glass, and boy made of stone.
the girl was always stained with tears or wounds.
the boy admired mountains and the fate of rain he never knew.
she girl liked pinky swears and questions that dared.
he liked books and the color of stability.
both bore emotions too deep.
rivers of pain. fires of closing. valleys of fate.
the boy hated his smile, but now lights up the sky.
the girl way bright, sometimes blinked and faltered.
he once saved her, now he changed her.
she wrote him hundreds of words, all kept unsaid.
she cried a million tears, but
he still stayed lead.
Not So Simple 