My Song

My song is one of sorrow
Of heartache and loss
With deep notes of pain.

My song is one of love
Of romance and pleasure
With perfect echoes of harmony.

My song is one of change
Of twists and turns
With silences and peaks.

My song is one of anger
Of rages and passions
With sharp chords of fury.

My song is one of joy
Of highs and melodies
With lyrics filled with harmony.

My song is one of my own
Of my own voice and heart
With the window into my soul.

Waking Up With You

There is no place
That I would rather be
When the sun comes up
Then next to you
Listening to you breathe softly
Hearing your heartbeat
As I move closer.
To hold my body
Close to yours
Beneath the sheets
Generating comforting warmth.
Slipping in and out of sleep
Only to find you’re still there
Next to me
Sleeping away peacefully
And I’m in my own
Little piece of heaven.

For @Anokas13

When you walk
Be careful where you trod
Watch your feet
Hold your head up high.
Ignore the buzz of problems
Dismiss the wind of despair
Keep on your path
Slow and steady, step by step,
You'll reach the peak of your mountain
Before you know it.
Though the trees above
May blot out the sunlight
And bring your spirits down
Notice how the leaves are not perfect
They let light filter through
To guide you on your way.
Though there seems to be silence
Listen closer -
Hear the birds sing
And the crickets chirp
Along with the rustle of the fox
Each one, reminding you,
That you are not alone.
The path is rough
Full of rocks, steep slopes
No one said the climb through the woods
Would be easy
But every step is worth it
Every ounce of energy a victory
This is your battle,
This is your struggle
Know the goal is high
But the reward is sweet
Like climbing a peak to see
The sun set over the world.

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Written just for @Anokas13

Life, spring...change?

With every step
A quiet victory
And with each breath
A simple definace.
Treading onward
Ignoring the fatality
Ignoring the futility
Dancing all the same
Regardless of the mist
Chasing our hearts
Robbing our flesh
Killing us slowly.
The dance is what matters
It's always what mattered
Some people only live to die
But others live to dance...

“And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.” - Abraham Lincoln

If I have learned anything in the past 3 months it is that nothing is permanent and you never know what is around the corner. If you had told me 3 years ago that my father was going to die from cancer, I would probably have laughed at you. It's amazing how perspective changes so quickly and so greatly. I've been thinking about the above quote a lot lately. I don't know exactly why but I know it has a lot to do with a corner that I am turning soon.
I'm am actually looking forward to my 24th birthday here in a little bit. I think that it will be a good year, a year of healing and a year of new beginnings. I am trying to consider it my spring.

Untitled Lament

When the song
Is drowned out by sorrow
And the pain
Screams louder than reason
I find myself searching
Searching for that haven
Where rest comes easy
And sleep comes swiftly
Upon the wings of dragonflies
And the echoes of the wind.
When it aches
When it seems though
I can take no more,
I search, search for refuge
From the internal storm
In the starry sky
And the passing cloud
But each moment is fleeting
Passing into darkness
And restating the anguish.
I find no solace for
More than a moment
If each day should get better
Why does my heart break so?
Could I not find peace
In one breath of air
Or flying bird?
Alas my grief does covet
All my energy and attention
Though I know not how to weep.

Miss You

Waking up reaching
No one is there
Just cold empty sheets
Another dream
Another night alone
I miss you
I search for your scent
On my sheets and pillows
But I can’t find it
It’s faded away
I search for a part you left behind
But there isn’t anything
Except for me.
Something’s missing
The space in between
The morning snuggle
The welcoming warmth
It’s not right
Nothing’s right
When I have to start the day
Without you beside me…

Untitled Journey Poem

And if all the splendid were to fall
Upon the downtrodden earth
Would not it be wasted in everyday life?
Would it not become a part of complacency?
Taken for granted on the paths we walk
Perhaps this is why suffering exists in such great magnitude
So that we are reminded
Nay, privileged when the splendid comes our way.

No one promised us ease on our journey
No one said the water would not be bitter
But the journey, not the path is the goal
That is perfectly attainable
If we wade through the swamps of suffering
To the small patches of splendid
Our feet will dry quickly in the sun
As long as we remember not to get bogged down
In the depths of our pain and troubles.

If our trials are like briars that scratch and braise the skin
We must remember that like nature time heals our skin
Light from within can warm like the sun
As long as we remember to keep it vibrant at all times
We must look for the sun through the rain
Shield ourselves from the wind to hold firm
But more than that, we must keep moving
Only mosquitoes can thrive in stagnant water.

Untitled...

Being away from you brings darkness
But the love I hold for you in my heart
Shines a path for my feet
And that path always leads me back to you.

Sometimes I think you are my moon
And I am the ocean
Your rise and fall controls my ebb and flow
You are the perfect half to my equation.

Balancing Together

To all your motivation
I will be your perseverance
To your confidence
I will be the silent strength

To my silent ways
You will be my voice
To my patience
You will be the spur of action.

Together we can face life
Hand in hand
Using one other’s strengths
To carry through anything.

I Love You

You are all I need
Everything I could ever want
You aren’t perfect
Who is?
I’m certainly not
But I don’t expect you to be
You’re perfect for me.

Until my last breath
I will love you
With all that is within me
I make no promises
That I don’t plan on keeping
You make me better
You make me whole
I hope you feel the same.