"Perhaps we are each allotted only a certain amount of love- enough for only an initial meeting- a serendipitous clumsiness."
Monday, May 21, 2012
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Nightly Rambles
Sell your soul
To only that which shakes it.
For there is no shame
In bowing your head,
To that which mends the cracks in your spirit.
To only that which shakes it.
For there is no shame
In bowing your head,
To that which mends the cracks in your spirit.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Nightly Rambles
I've always thought that my most poetic moments come to me when I'm just about to sleep. I usually think ok, nice, I'll write it out tomorrow (I know, lazy me- I bet my muse doesn't feel good about that), but inevitably the next morning, I always forget my profound thoughts.
Last night however, staring at my fan, unable to sleep, I whipped out my phone and decided to write out the four-liner poetic ramble in my head. Here you go.
I let my pain wash over me.
It looks like a picture whose colors are fading.
For only after the rain in the middle of a sunny afternoon
Does the rainbow shine like the only star in the sky.
Last night however, staring at my fan, unable to sleep, I whipped out my phone and decided to write out the four-liner poetic ramble in my head. Here you go.
I let my pain wash over me.
It looks like a picture whose colors are fading.
For only after the rain in the middle of a sunny afternoon
Does the rainbow shine like the only star in the sky.
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