To get the perfect picture
sometimes
you have to take a step back
and get a better angle
Making sure the light is just right
Life is a little like that.
Notice.
Waves of steam claiming winter air
floating from plastic cups
Warmed up backs from roaring flame
Sharpened pencil leaving
little dusts of graphite
on your paper.
Finding a constellation that
you can recognize. Hey look!
Fall in love with the details.
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Monday, March 21, 2016
Rain, Rain, It's OK
Who lets their couch give
a hug when drops fall from the sky?
When water darts across the streets,
full of secrets,
slick with misery?
Curl into yourself.
Must and old memories
timeless words-
let them overwhelm you,
Fogging your mind
Snaking into your noes
And between your toes
And between your toes
with those words from never land
It All Falls Apart
sharpie buildings and water color skies
Cities built from the wonder of dreams.
Paper people
with bubble ideas
The new guy
Who can't believe her
boss holds the
fact that can pop her world.
No more staples, to hold
life together.
Rules change,
but just another day
The wind catches heartbeats
to snatch souls in the smoke.
Cities built from the wonder of dreams.
Paper people
with bubble ideas
The new guy
Who can't believe her
boss holds the
fact that can pop her world.
No more staples, to hold
life together.
Rules change,
but just another day
The wind catches heartbeats
to snatch souls in the smoke.
Unopened
Find the antique shops and coffee houses.
The nooks and crannies.
Cracks are where the wisdom lies.
Scurrying spiders carrying secrets.
Dust off corners to unveil the past.
cobwebs wrapping timeless mentions.
Witness to the gambler.
XXX
no more staples
Time is running out.
The nooks and crannies.
Cracks are where the wisdom lies.
Scurrying spiders carrying secrets.
Dust off corners to unveil the past.
cobwebs wrapping timeless mentions.
Witness to the gambler.
XXX
no more staples
Time is running out.
Witness
The bar stool is up.
the goal unopened
An unread hardcover-
made from dead plants
A world made of death
to let life thrive.
the goal unopened
An unread hardcover-
made from dead plants
A world made of death
to let life thrive.
The new Guy
the tree was still up
the clouds gather over,
forming a plan,
time is running out
All Gone.
My bag is packed.
the clouds gather over,
forming a plan,
time is running out
All Gone.
My bag is packed.
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