Ocean Days

Memories held in glass jars.

Never remembered.

A faded day so long ago.

A time once had.

Castle walls are crammed

Into plastic bags.

Packed in suitcases

And taken away.

Waves crashing on bare feet

As arms reach down

Grabbing at shinning shells.

A new home given to old homes.

Rocks taken somewhere new.

Farther from home than ever before.

Once a part of something large,

Reduced to small.

Jars are forgotten.

Memories fade.

All but a faint smell of ocean escapes

From glass jars holding the ocean.

Night

You pull the door shut behind you. Locking away the nagging and torment. You turn to walk away. You smile. Your feet carry you away.

The night is cool. Calm. Quiet. No one is around. No one to hear you speak. No one to see you cry.

The silence draws you in. The world fades away. The night is yours. No one to stop you. They can't take the night away.

The darkness surrounds you. The world is a memory of what has been. You forget it all. You forget them all.

You forget him. The pain he caused. You forget her. The scars she ripped open. They are gone. Just you and the night.

The tow of you. Only the night. Nothing can pull you apart. Nothing to stop your love. You are alone.

Finally.

This Is My Rooftop

I am happy. And I want to tell the world why. I want to scream it from the rooftop so everyone can know. But I also want to whisper it in the quiet, confined space of a car.

My life is good. 11:11 came around tonight, and I couldn't think of anything to wish for. I don't want anything more than I have because everything I have is amazing. I feel as though everything has fallen into place and suddenly my life is great.

My life has always been a little rough around the edges, like someone missed a spot. But it feels like someone has finished coloring in the picture.

My days are full of loving friends and family. We laugh and work and cry. But we are happy. So, so happy.
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Upcoming Writing

I have a journal that I started keeping about a year ago. And i have filled it with dreams and drawings and music and lyrics and poems. But most of these things are unfinished. They are all partial lyrics, or two lines of a poem that I wanted to write but never got around to it. Well, I'm going to get around to it now.

I've decided that once a month (hopefully more, but I'm setting my expectations low) I'm going to open the journal and pick a line and then I'm going to write a poem or song or finish the drawing that goes along with it. When I do this, I will post the poem on my blog.

Yes, that means I'm going to have to edit what I write just a little, because many of the things that I write about no one gets to see... BUT I'm willing to find a way to write about it if you are willing to read it!

Ta-ta For Now!
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