Category Archives: love

A Home For The Days (And Nights Too)

Good morning! Running off of three hours of sleep and a single cup of black coffee really makes you think. About everything. My mind is always moving a million miles a minute. I’ve spent a long time wondering. No doubt I’ll do it some more. There always seems to be more time. Life is so often so slow. Helps to appreciate the little things. Always keeping track of all the little things I love. It is a hard world. Be softer. Be kinder. Bring balance to a world with an edge so sharp it often cuts. One of these days I’ll look back and realize that all of this made sense. Only just with context. And now, a drumroll…

There and Back Again

Feeling not so good again

Queasy

It’s never so easy

I want to go home

But there is no home

Not for now

But again, i think

I’d like to open the door

To walk in

“Honey, I’m home,” I’d whisper

To see the couch and coffee table

I’d like to go to the kitchen

To cook for me and mine

See a smile I haven’t seen in so much time

To sit upon my castle walls and stare out at the sunset

I only call the window out of my office the crenellations

Because it makes her laugh

My chest to rest your tired head

I know how hard the days can tread

To walk amongst the bathroom tile

See the towels rank and file

We can both be sticklers sometimes…

How she chuckles at my choice of words.

Finally through the bedroom

A bed to rest my tired head

We’ll be happy

When all is done and said

Cottage Core

Good morning. I am feeling better today. Slow-going, this healing. I hope all of you are having a wonderful day despite the many tribulations we face apart and together. You and me and we are strong. We’ll get through this. Just keep thinking about the peace you hope to achieve.

Ataraxia

Gently swinging from a tree

Arboreal Species

Holding onto vines

Never making wines

How I wish I were a monkey

Just a tiny little man

Cracking nuts with rocks and stones

Not understanding what’s coursing through my bones

I grasp and grab onto a branch

Happy with my mate

And my little babies too

This is a perfect world

Better than the zoo

Strength and Fortitude

Afternoon, all. It’s been a hard few days. I have poems to share! Lots of writing. It’s the only thing that’s kept me sane. I do hope you like this one. I wrote it this morning and it’s very special to me. Without further ado…

My Soul To Give

Oh I do hope you take your strength from me, my love

From my chest

From my mind

From my bones

And from my stomach

I do hope you take this strength

For anything i give

I give freely to you, my love

My little dove

I am yours

To do with which you need

Always yours,

My love

I wear these weathered hands

If only until you return

To take them from me

And steady yourself with them

I wear these weathered arms

If only you’ll return

To take them from me

And hold yourself with them

I am yours

Forever and always

My soul to take

Yours to keep

For heaven is a place i found in your arms

Ashes from the Phoenix

Good morning, all. Today is many things. I do not consider life to be a collection of disappointments but rather a series of highs interspersed with bouts of great loss and sadness. Life is many things. There is no baseline. No normal experience. You survive and you thrive based on your own will to do so, the support your friends and family and loved ones give you being a supporting pillar of that. It is my deepest regret that I cannot protect each and every one of those people I care about. They deserve the world and should be treated like it. Those who I love, they know. I love you. Have strength.

Veritas

A trilling of the Coronach.

A tolling of the bell.

There is nothing.

No longer.

Pain is all you find.

Innocence in remiss.

Something stolen.

Something lost.

Not so.

Not worthless.

Your worth, incalculable.

You deserve far better

Than this

You are everything.

You’ve never understood.

It’s harder to understand.

You are more than you could ever know.

Stronger.

You are not broken.

You are perfect.

An unequivocal truth.

Do not yourself close off.

You are strength incarnate.

Willful and brave.

Do not slink back into your cave.

You are the sun.

And you are not done.

You are truth. Tranquility.

Powerpoint

Good morning. I have to go to the bathroom. Instead I am writing this post. Look at how I bleed for my art. Today I’ve got a little something that’ll make you feel a familiar feeling in a foreign fashion. Alliteration. Dunno if you guys know, but I’m kind of a writer. I crack myself up. Please enjoy today, all! I’m happy with how this turned out.

Projections

Losing my cool

Unravelling the spool

Burning the thread

All the gold’s been turned to lead

Always another, Always another

To tell you nothing of the ones we have

Hardware, hard wear

Your bicycle tire’s got a tear

“I’d love to help,” I lie

All I want is for this to not be happening

I wish that you I had not spied

I want to go home and laugh and sing

But home is gone and I am alone

I need to leave.

I need to go.

I need to run and hide from you and me and everything else

To be in Plato’s cave where all is safe and far away

Better to live in shadow

Than being sad, no?

My heart shatters like so many mirrors

Reflecting you and all the others

Too many pieces and not enough tape