Monday, January 13, 2014

Lonely Road

Cars roll fast and
Growl as they pass
And shoot out steam
And smog.
They roar and shout
Just to drown out
Anyone else wanting
To breathe.
But lazily on the bike strolls by,
Pay no attention at all.
Rolling and tolling
Away at the road,
In simple, ongoing bliss.
Rolling and rolling
And gliding across
The pavement that
Tickles the tires.
And the cars speed by
And pay no attention at all.

Friday, January 10, 2014

Once Upon a Time

Once Upon a Time
I was lonesome,
Locked away in a castle of my own making.
Once Upon a Time,
I was everything
I never dreamed to be.
Once Upon a Time,
I was lost
In a world that I could never see.
But now here I am,
Way on past Upon a Time.
I'm no longer lost, you see.
It's my way I've found
And who I'm supposed to be.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

No More Silence

There's no such thing as
Even just a moment of silence
Anymore
No such thing as
Complete and total     .
Utter, empty    .
Nevermore will there be
A single second
A single blink
Not a moment
Of all-enclosing dark, still, quiet
    Silence    .
.

.

.
Even the moment is broken by the hum
Of everything around.
So hold your breath
and turn everything off
And listen because
There is still
No

.

Monday, January 6, 2014

Like A Coffee Mug

It's cracked but still together,
Glued back and holding strong.
Nothing's seeping, leaking through,
The cracks anymore.
The image is wrinkled,
Crackled, but not beyond
Recognition.
It's only sliced with lines of glue,
That give it more meaning
Than perfection would.
It's ugly.
But in it's ugly imperfection,
It's beautiful.
.
It functions just the same,
It's still one solid, functioning,
Coffee Mug.
It still holds, encases, encloses, fills.
And thought there's glue on the outside,
It all still tastes the same.

Saturday, January 4, 2014

The Beginning

The clink clink clank of
A spoon and a cereal bowl
Ring through the house.

The roaring monster inside
The coffee pot has awakened
And is now shooting steam.

The fridge blinks on blinks off
As hungry seekers
Delve through its insides.

The blinds shriek as they slide open
Dust drifting in the streams of sunlight
That pour into the kitchen.

And as the clocks flashes
And the alarm goes off
The day begins to begin.

Thursday, January 2, 2014

Where Do I Go From Here?

It's a scary frightening leap into new.
Where do I go from here?
I'm trembling in the face of change,
I'm taking up the reins to steer.
What happens after this?
My path is not yet one I've learned.
But I'm ready to forge my future,
In the fires of the bridges I've burned.
I'm not the same as I was,
I'm moving on and standing tall,
I'm more different than I'll ever be.
Shining in the light of it all.
So put your sunglasses on,
And get ready to sit back and see.
Everything that I'll become,
Everything I'm ready to be.
Because those fires burned with a wrath
That seemed to only burn me.
But now I see they were only melting away
Everything I shouldn't be.
So get ready Future, here I come,
To take back what is mine.
Take back my chance to love the world
To spread more love and shine.



To the Past

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Day One

Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
Look over my shoulder,
Breathe out.
Look forward again,
Breathe in.
Take a step forward,
Take a leap into the air.
Feel the breath of change
Wash over everything.
Breathe out.
Smile.
It's only Day One.
It's only the first step, leap, breath
Of everything new
Everything fresh
Everything starting over and
Giving a new chance to whoever wants to take it.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
So get ready,
Because Day One is here.
Breathe in...
And soar.