One of my favorite places
is where I’m walking
through neon streets
with headphones making it impossible
to stop and start a conversation.
24 hours can take an eternity,
just as the night drags and soothes
the sun can drown all our eyes
making enlightenment that much harder.
The weight of the last few days,
truthful or otherwise,
the quiet has been an amazing silence
a place where I can truly dream.
Dreaming against a pillow-less night
especially now that we’re having all this
recoverable rain and such,
it makes the air that much easier
to take a huge breath in.
We’ll relax in order to breathe.
There’s still time to love and hate
the same emotions really,
they both can get us hurt,
unless of course,
we’re in another one of our
it’s fine here right now
I could of just as easily
left these words in my pocket,
but instead, I chose to pull them through
this word-press apparatus
allowing all the others to read.
My compromise has always been
that, in order for the world to get
their fresh dose of poetry
I’d have to open up my world
on a morning where I’d just preferred
to dream in bed all day.
Now I know,
I’m a love-sick girl
collecting all the pretty words
stringing them out in our ring of posies,
where we all fall down.
Hoping against hope
someone will get my meaning.
Slow-motion or otherwise,
I already know,
not to get all involved with
how everyone else feels because
I can’t control how they pray.
Now I know
these last few imperfect days
have meant more to me
than all the well balanced
8 hours of perfect sleep.