life is sad poetry
we like to think of it as a happy ballad but life is sad poetry because even the brightest flowers wither and even the wisest trees rot (but find the beauty in this) Continue reading life is sad poetry
Tag: poetry
orbits
Separate orbits Tiny wanderers drifting around an unknown invisible center What a privilege to have crossed orbits Among the expanse Each a universe unto their own Continue reading orbits
find it
in between rays of light through wistful cotton within blood rushing through veins next to rivers lapping over stubborn stones among dimly lit rooms with bright eyes and colorful drawings on the walls along silhouettes of branches against navy skies from the pin pricks of light piercing through the black fabric which holds us through the rise and fall of breath through the metronome that … Continue reading find it
the waves and the wind
pebbles on the shore smoothed and weathered. I want to know the waves and the wind that shaped you so I understand you better. Continue reading the waves and the wind
the power of stories
we are born and get a name for our story but we don’t yet know how to put ink to paper so we cry shared stories ground reality(s) we weave checkered quilts of ourselves and everything around us on the pages? Continue reading the power of stories
poetry by bukowski
Poetry is distilling raw emotions and ideas into old glass jars on a wooden shelf. Charles Bukowski was a raging alcoholic, but produced such a lucid body of work before passing. Perhaps in a world with a flawed sense of sanity, we need the in-sane. His philosophy that every sentence must pierce through to the soul is evident, he never bothered sugar coating reality as … Continue reading poetry by bukowski
city lights
soft breeze full moon gold specs of light in windows life happening do you feel it? Continue reading city lights
dry ink
Who knew That all it took to capture feelings Was a card, an envelope And dry ink Continue reading dry ink
