Snow-capped beauties,
Hidden in shadow.
In the setting sun,
The light kisses the peaks.
I want to touch them,
But they are so far away.
I want to climb them,
But I cry instead.
I cry because they stand so still in their beauty.
Only eroding from rain and wind.
Secrets hidden beneath that snow.
I wish I could be like them.
Touching the starry sky,
Encased in stone, I'd touch them, too.
Life would be simple that way.
Being admired by those of nature.
They cannot love back.
They cannot love others, like I can.
I love unconditionally, unlike the mountains.
Snow-capped beauties hidden in shadows.
They touch the sky in stillness.
I touch the sky in love.
Showing posts with label Idaho. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Idaho. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Monday, May 7, 2012
Going Home
Never feeling so alive.
Hometown still the same.
Family doing fine.
My heart feels it never left.
Yet it doesn't belong there anymore.
No one in dire need to want me back
in that town.
The house I grew up in is not my home.
Even though my last name is still on the mailbox.
I die more on the inside
Near tears, which could've flooded the Nile.
Nothing would have stopped me after that trip to stay.
I know I couldn't...
I have people who depend on me in my new home.
Friends...
Roommates...
Someone who cares about me...
Truth is...
I couldn't go back to my hometown again,
because my heart just isn't there anymore.
Hometown still the same.
Family doing fine.
My heart feels it never left.
Yet it doesn't belong there anymore.
No one in dire need to want me back
in that town.
The house I grew up in is not my home.
Even though my last name is still on the mailbox.
I die more on the inside
Near tears, which could've flooded the Nile.
Nothing would have stopped me after that trip to stay.
I know I couldn't...
I have people who depend on me in my new home.
Friends...
Roommates...
Someone who cares about me...
Truth is...
I couldn't go back to my hometown again,
because my heart just isn't there anymore.
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Monday, April 2, 2012
Idaho: My Oasis
There's nothing like sitting in a tree
an a cold spring day.
Nothing like the cold mountain air on your skin.
The stream calmly rolling by.
Not a care in the world.
Aside from the blatant bigotry,
Idaho is a beautiful place.
Pine trees everywhere,
and they are like a soft blanket of green.
Moss softly covering them from trunk to canopy.
Birds chirping a sweet song of spring.
Living a purely happy life.
I wish I could just run away into the dense woods.
Nothing, but the birds, the trees, the cold,
and surviving on my own.
Away from life...
Away from the civilization...
Away from everything...
I need to climb a tree and sleep.
Sleep on the cushions of moss.
Listening to a calming stream and a
sweet song of the jays.
an a cold spring day.
Nothing like the cold mountain air on your skin.
The stream calmly rolling by.
Not a care in the world.
Aside from the blatant bigotry,
Idaho is a beautiful place.
Pine trees everywhere,
and they are like a soft blanket of green.
Moss softly covering them from trunk to canopy.
Birds chirping a sweet song of spring.
Living a purely happy life.
I wish I could just run away into the dense woods.
Nothing, but the birds, the trees, the cold,
and surviving on my own.
Away from life...
Away from the civilization...
Away from everything...
I need to climb a tree and sleep.
Sleep on the cushions of moss.
Listening to a calming stream and a
sweet song of the jays.
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