A River Runs

A river runs,
Never freezes, never stops.
Bangs against rocks.
Rushes, whispering down, down, down.
Until it aligns with something bigger than itself.

Much like the brain,
They never stop, thoughts run along axons.
Nerves run through and along organs.
Speeds that break necks, around, around, around.
Neurons connecting in endless lines joining into somethings bigger than themselves.

A river is free, uncaring;
Ripping apart all it sees.
Yet we see it as peace when calm,
Hatred builds when it floods;
Something completely out of our control.

A brain is as logical as we make it.
Always learning, never stops learning.
At every turn, either peace of hatred,
It just goes.
Mad at thinking we have less control than a river.
When indeed we have more.

A river runs,
Much like a brain.
Never stops.
Whispering.
Aligning to something bigger than itself.

Like Earth Meeting Water

Alone in the woods,
Thinking of the many things in this world.
None like the earth and the water.

In how they are in constant harmony.
They meet everyday without hate,
No prejudice, just peace.

The water helps the earth mold into something better.
The earth listens to the water with active ears.
The water whistles a tune from the heart.
The earth amplifies it for the world to hear.

If only I could see people act as such,
Like the earth meeting water.
If only I could find a man with those qualities,
To find my harmony within.

Dandelion (2)

For someone I can't put their initials up

I have found a dandelion,
I the coolness of the heat.
I want to give it to you,
Because you are what I hoped to find.

The glimmer of hope I held onto,
For so long, so long.
I found you among the weeds,
That lovely spot of yellow.

You are special,
You're amazing to me.
Sensitive like the petals,
Resilient like the stem,
Lovely like the color.

I've never had this much comfort,
Just in knowing you're there.
Knowing I have beauty holding my hand,
Knowing I have something as real as a flower.
The very flower that gives me hope.

I have found a dandelion,
I picked it just for you,
Because you are what I had hoped to find...
And more.

Remanence of a Fire

Embers fly and fall to the earth.
Coals burn in ash.
A flicker of warmth,
And the last flames dance.

Reds and oranges burn in wood.
Yellow and blues mix together to breathe.

Bricks charred with black,
Where the fire licked it.
Wood cracked like black rock canyons,
Scarred by flames.

Greys like a wizened man,
Spread under a wooden prison.

Water stained soil and ash.
Smoke flies to the sky.
Fire smoldered.
Memory remains.

Sparks will fly again,
But on a different night they will dance once more.

For What It's Worth I Am Home

I feel at peace.
I am filled with joy.
I hear a name and I don't crumble.
I hear a voice and it's a song.
I am home.

Your fingers splaying in offering,
I take your hand,
And our fingers lace like shoes.
Never letting go and afraid of loss.
I am home.

Soft lips brush against my cheek.
It tickles and I laugh, hard.
You see me blush and wrap your arms around my neck.
Your face in front of mine where a kiss lands, unfaltering.
I am home.

Hands, up and down my back.
A warm and touching embrace.
I feel safe and want to cry.
You hold me tighter, closer.
 I am home.

Fingers sliding through my wet hair.
Slicking back and not caring.
You play with each strand.
Twirling it with soaked fingers.
I am home.

I see you sleeping.
Curled up in front of me.
Your chest rises and falls to a steady rhythm.
You look at peace and I kiss your cheek.
For what it's worth I am home.

Hear

 For Unrequited Love

I hear a sweet melody.
I feel the steady beat that I mistake for my own heart.
I hear the words,
But I realize it was you.
Singing in that low tone you have,
It isn't quite baritone, but still, I'm on cloud nine.

I listen to that beautiful voice of yours.
I can't understand why you don't use it more often.
I love the music you make.
You don't think I'm listening, hearing it.
I never thought I'd hear a song from you.

The song I hear you sing reminds me of a lush field.
Notes sung lay like grass and blow like a breeze.
I think of us in a plain, looking to the sky,
Watching the clouds change shape.
The harmony like the brook that flows as it hums.

I don't want it to end, but it does.
It ends, and my fantasy of the meadow... fades...
My day turned to night and rages into a storm.
I'm alone...
Alone in the meadow as rain falls,
Like my tears down my face.

I stay strong.
And hold back my tears as lightning strikes the ground.
A fiery ring surrounds me as I stand.
I watch and hear the dancing flames.
The crackle warms my now cold heart as it rings in my ears.
I may not have you, but I have an everlasting fire.
A fire in my heart that burns with strength...
Determination...
Perseverance...
It burns, and I feel it.
I hear it beating.
I hear it speaking to me.
I hear it screaming!
Telling me, I am still alive.

The fire can't destroy me.
The ring that burns into my retinas.
The image searing into my brain.
I'm immune to this danger.
I walk through...
I walk through it with no pain.
Just warmth surrounding me.

My thoughts leave me as I find myself lying asleep next to you.
Your warmth is what I felt.
It's what burned like fire.
Your arm around me tight,
Afraid I'll fly away... or fall apart.
I am whole, and I am calm.

I hear your sweet song in my head.
Against the snoring melody you make.
And I fall to sleep as it all starts again...

Old Becomes New: The Poems Will Continue

It's been a year since I started this poetry blog. The poetry will never stop, if I become inspired I will post a new poem. I'm glad you all enjoyed this blog and I look forward to writing more poetry. This is the best thing that I could do for myself creatively.

This has been a beautiful year. I've had my share of heartbreaks, crushes, love, friendships, realizations, change, hatred, and fun. I hope that there is more out there for me to see, to broaden my horizons. Hopefully, I will get that chance.

A Year

A year has flown by,
Just like they have before.
So much to do,
So little time.

Though I still have the crushes of the past.
I'll still have those to look toward to in the future.
We lost a friend along the way.
But somehow we made room for new friends.

Heartbreaks that were inevitable.
Love was found along the way.
People out to destroy that love,
And gaining a new sense of strength.

I shared my story of high school,
I shared my childhood memories.
I shared my love and hatred for a state.
And I shared my journey.

I look at the year I have lived.
I know that somehow, someday that everything will be alright.
Somehow...
Someday...

Maybe I'll Find Peace and find my Dandelion.
Maybe the One-Armed Tattooed Man will talk to me more.
Maybe I'll have my Moment's Reprieve on a Sleigh of Roses.
Maybe my Struggles will help inspire others.
Maybe... just maybe people will see the Light in the Same Lens.

A year in reflection.
A year of adding to my strength.
A year to find what most my age can never touch.
A year... to remember.

Finding Peace

Peace...
Hope...
That's what I find in the wilderness.
My sanctuary in the trees.

The calmness of the running stream.
The stillness in the grove.
I find my solace here.

The trees stand still with time.
Ever growing in the rain and sunshine.
My friends that I can climb.
Deep into the canopy is where I'd like to be.

Sitting on the thickest branch I can reach.
I wonder and fall asleep to the whisper of the stream.
The chirping of the magpies and other birds is the last thing I hear.

Here I feel safe.
Here I can be me.
Here I don't have to answer to anyone.
Here I am free...

I have always loved the Earth.
Growing and fertile.
It reminds me there is something about this world that I love.

Peace and hope...
That's my reason for living.
Safe and free...
That is what is meant for me to be.

The Meadow

As time flows by without a prayer,
Everyone around me doesn't seem to care.
All that I care about is seeing you there.

In a meadow just you and me,
There is no sadness, only glee.
If only time would seize to be.

There are no dark clouds, only an endless blue sky,
A beautiful moment that makes us want to cry.
We both kiss each other without care.

Underneath this endless sky and in the meadow,
I'd like the whole world to know.
That we are forever together and nothing more.

Color

Turn that grey into color.
Turn that frown into a smile.
Turn that hate into love.

No shades of grey should spill on the lush bed of green grass.
No shades of grey should pour from the brilliant blue sky.
No shades of grey should touch the yellow of the sunshine.

Why must we live in a world of grey?
The grey that threatens the uniqueness of the people.
It's sad to see that blood doesn't come out red because
of their polarized thoughts.

I want to be able to sit with a man and watch the sunset
of oranges and pinks until the violet darkness engulfs us
with a sweet kiss on our lips.
The greys are threatening to take that dream away.

Live your life in color.
Take a chance to look at the roses of red.
The sunsets of orange.
The sun of yellow.
The trees of green.
The skies of blue.
The darkness of violet.

Turn that grey into color.
Turn that frown into a smile.
And turn that hate into love.

Thought Suppression

Do not think about a White bear.
What comes into your mind?
A White elephant?
A White rose?
Or perhaps the White snow?

Maybe a Black bear?
Or even a Grizzly?

There is something to be said by
why you try not to think of a White bear.
The answer is simple, but do not be alarmed!
It's all in the mind and even the best of the best
get tricked like this.

Do not fear feeling silly for suppressing
your thoughts of a White bear!
As you remember I did quite the same!
Think as you wish and let the mind
wander into the deep fathoms of your mind!!!

This is just a simple test,
Just remember...
                         Do not
                                     think
                                             of a
                                                    White
                                                             bear.........

Sleigh of Roses

For a Loving Couple, J.W.M. & W.J.M.


Beauty is in the romance of love in your partner's eyes
               when they see you.
The warm fuzzy feeling you get when they
               kiss your lips.
Holding on to you tightly
              in an everlasting embrace.
Nothing surpasses the love in giving your loved one
              a sentimental gift.

A beautiful sleigh with roses of purest red and
beautiful flowers and ribbons, too.
The sleigh made of porcelain so delicate that one slight touch
can                break                   it.
Roses so red that they look as if someone bled on them
with sheer devotion in their love.
Pine and fir to give it the perfect touch
of such art.

A love so real and so might that no gloom
              can touch it.
A love so old, that it is
              renewed once again.
A love so new, that it shin on brilliantly
              like a star in the sky.

The sleigh of roses awaits for you all...
To take you on a romantic ride through the night.

One Arm Tattooed Man* (Read the Disclaimer)

*Disclaimer: This is about a good friend of mine, please, if you know who this person try to keep this private from them. Much appreciated, and thank you for your privacy!

I see you sitting at the table, drawing, and sketching away
with your handsome face staring intently at your page.

I wonder many a time what it would be like if you
were like me and to be with me.

With your tattooed arm around my waist
and manly chin on my shoulder, holding on
for that moment of bliss and you are apart
of me for that moment.

Your short hair half the color of the sun and the other
the shade of light brown against my cheek as
you and I fall deeply more in love.

To feel your warm body against mine and feeling
your chest, so tan and muscled as we lay together
in bed sleeping soundly after our night of passion in love.
You are breathing steadily on my neck and how peaceful it
does seem.

But, alas, you can never be mine to hold or to keep,
but to be only a friend only a woman would take
and you make her yours.

How I want you to feel that way about me and how
it torments me so.