Quiet chair, Can you hear me Soft dry tears running down, down, down Wait. Rain pours gently, And so the outside becomes the In.
Category: Poems
Traces in the sand
So I feel the trace of my foot as it murmurs softly through the dropped light of possibility smirking as I watch my past chase my steps.
Circular, Cyclical, Cozy.
Like the feel of the matte soup cup too big to hold with nothing but the strongest four-tipped finger press Muffled sounds crescendoing to a cacophony of silence peaceful.
A promise
Swirling gently upon your lips, the tides are turning;
I dream a dream.
But I'll wake up, won't I? Or perhaps I already am awake? Living the life of a dream I can't remember.
Ocean drops
It's just one morning, Spread in loops of happiness. A moment of calm in my day. Alone with the drops of an ocean.
Princess of the fallen stars
Whispers spoke of a girl so bright, she shone away the darkness in the night.
Milkshake Thoughts 