smile: autumn

rain kisses the earth
puddles build their homes
leaves become sailboats
and we become giants
with hearts like sunshine
we warm worlds.

sigh: sorry

stop breaking hearts
with your heavy hands
she said.
stop breaking souls
with your lovely sounds
she said.
keep me,
she said,
from you,
I said.

sigh: thoughts

from a lack of words

are a million thoughts 

that bury deep

to bloom at season's new

that never passes
to never know.

smile: silhouette

the sunset gives you a silhouette
because it borrows your colors
to paint the sky so damn pretty

I believe that listening is powerful, even more powerful than talking.  Despite my inability to shut up, I believe listening is precious, and everyone deserves to be listened to.   Listening is the soul of understanding.  It is the catalyst of the humble.  And it is not without a silence that has the ability to grow your heart.  Listening doesn’t just happen with your ears, but with your entire body.  The senses – all of them are made for listening: to learn, to understand, and to grow.  And it is beauty that we are listening for, and beauty truly is everywhere.  The world is beautiful.  Its people are beautiful.  Sometimes, you might have to listen closely, but beauty blooms in all seasons, all weathers, and in all ridiculousness that is existence.  Because that is what existence is: ridiculous. 

So ridiculous that we are alive and have people we are madly in love with.  Our friends and family: more precious than diamonds, and easier to find too, but more difficult to love and admire, perhaps.  But oh, how that love is unique and more precious than anything you will ever find.  And to be with the people that you love – that is life’s greatest gift, so please do find yourself with the people you love.  Life, though, is ridiculous enough to have people live in mansions while the homeless man around the corner freezes in naught but rags; from madly in love to madness.

I believe that life is unfair – unfair in rags, but even in riches, too.  The world holds no vendettas, but people can.  And people have a right to be angry, but no one has the right to hurt another person, no.  But it happens, and it is sad.  Sorrow blooms in all seasons, all weathers, and even in the brightest of lives.  Accept it, listen to it, learn from it, and keep growing – please, please keep growing because that is the only way to stop it.  Mistakes happen, sorrow happens, but so too does beauty that shines brighter than all the darkness that might exist.

Family is that brightness for me; family is the most beautiful thing I have ever been a part of.  Love knows no boundaries in the family; it is crazy, but it is bliss.  And children should always try to make their parents happy.  To respect their wishes and hopes as much as possible.  And to realize that no matter how old we may become, we will always be their children.  If there is nothing in particular that you want to live for - live for your family.  The family you are already a part of, and the family that you will one day have.  

sigh: just words

I'm no more than a word.
him.
you free your mind,
let it slide across your tongue
grip onto your teeth,
roll off your lips,
into emptiness.
away from your thoughts
free, free, free.
only a definition, now.
with no meaning other than itself.
how lonely.

sigh: you are musical

you are:
the high note of my life
I could never hold
the song in my head
I could never forget
the melody they whistle
that was never my own
the silence at night
that falls me asleep
the song we hear
I could never play.

sigh: flower

I wish we were flowers

that hands could pick

and place us together

then our petals wane

so to forget our lives

with naught but each other

sigh: nothing names

there's a peace i'm seeking
that i can't seem to find.

I work all day
but for nothing.

I spend money til' i'm broke
but can't buy enough.

I smile at people
but can't look them in the eye.

faces.
naught but pretty faces.

a face I've finally forgotten.
a face I'll never know.
a face that means nothing to me.
names that mean nothing to me.
nothing names.
like tattoos on the soul.
they mean nothing.