So far untitled poem

One day I shall run to the sea

Where my love will be waiting for me

We’ll dance and laugh in surf and sand

I’ll kiss his cheek and he’ll hold my hand

The sun will shine upon our lovers’ embrace

Its healing fingers will bless our face

He’ll smell of pine and boyhood dreams

I’ll be dressed in foam and girlish schemes

The waves will sing of our eternal devotion

Of this love fulfilled by the broiling ocean

With carefree hearts and serpentine ways

We’ll get lost in love, in our sea foam maze

I’ll bear him three sons and one little girl

And they too will rejoice in the watery swirl

We will grow old on our rocking chair sea

And happy forever, oh so happy we’ll be.

Sparks in a Dark Room

Humanity is a funny thing. It’s always scrambling to find a soul that mirrors, or at least compliments, its own. It wants contact, meaning, purpose, and most importantly, love. This by itself would not be supremely remarkable, since other creatures also desire many of these things. The difference is that they’re honest, and Humanity is not. It’s too afraid of rejection to be honest. It fancies itself too complicated. So it’s created often entertaining, but wholly empty retorts - cynicism, sarcasm, and simple hardheartedness - to keep the pain of loneliness and disappointment at bay.

Humanity wants to be needed and respected, but it’s frightened of being met with the opposite, so it lies for comfort. It says it’s confident and happy being alone, that it doesn’t need the approval of others to know its path. But that’s never quite true is it? It’s always looking for some form of affirmation, whether through family, friends, religion, accolades or strangers. It wants to know that itmatters. But asking for this knowledge would be too simple, too raw, too open and far too terrifying. So it’s left wandering in the dark, needing something to prove, but all the while hoping to find another groping hand that fits its own. When will Humanity learn the ease, the beauty of being genuine? The pleasure of telling someone how much you love/admire/envy/want/need them and seeing that spark of truth blaze through our dark room? When will we learn?

A Love Story

The steadfast hope

The passionate kiss

The secret smile

The bittersweet bliss

The broken heart

The shining tear

The racking sob

The burning fear

The wearying road

The aching hole

The rising sun

The uplifted soul

The snapshot memory

The healing pain

The maturative moment

The redemptive rain

T h e L o o k

Cold fire fills the sky 
Icy flame in his eyes 
Passions burn on high tonight 
Little one be wary 

Bodies shake with restrain 
Yearning for that heat again 
Minds dwell on the question “When?” 
Little one be wary

Secrets shine in that smile 
Conscience toils for a while 
Heart races on for miles 
Little one be wary 

The world lets out a sigh 
As we stand idly by 
Wondering when it’ll be our turn to try 
Little one be wary 

One day a curtain will fall down 
And all defenses shall hit the ground 
It’s when your heart begins to pound 
That you, child, must be wary