In a melody that sounds much like a memory I found solace in a lyric so fragile yet flawless. Now I sing to that tune and remember that last spring I was afraid and alone but now my happiness is handmade.
Here's some more poetry from my man Langston Hughes. Every once in a while, I pick up his poem collection and I just feel inspired by his writing style. Here's a couple more that I really enjoy. Love Love is a wild wonder And stars that sing, Rocks that burst asunder And mountains that take… Continue reading Hughes Blues Part Three
A promise I changed because I could, not long ago in my childhood, I said I could afford that hurt but I don't want to so I won't keep moving toward another episode of grief. So I'll keep it brief when I apologize for my benefit and cast off my disguise.
Make it something of your own and perhaps you'll feel right at home surrounded by the new. Too few are the familiarities, in time there'll be fresh memories but for now there's only the Moon. And some time soon, that sun will rise to ease your troubled mind with bluer skies.
Have you ever watched a flower bloom? The magic of patience and the power of soon keeps you afloat in an ocean of perplexity. To see a dream come true really is all it's chalked up to be.
I envy that cloud at sunset. The orange and red splashed underneath and the violet and blue dancing upon its wreath always brings a smile to my face in the epitome of natural wonder. As those colors mingle just a kiss away from blend I feel as though they may transcend that veil and crash… Continue reading Setting Sun
Write it all down. Every word unsaid, every move unmade may seem a somber sum but a dose of faith in the days to come. Your thoughts have power. Maybe not to everyone, or even anyone save your prospective self who'll be grateful for that wisdom you've left on the shelf.
Let's lose our minds together in a world we've never been and see each other not only when it's convenient to forget the laws of powerful men. Let's forget this place altogether and replace it with an endless reverie that can't be found in simple novelty, where no doubt can be the end of anything… Continue reading We, the Last
Is it weird that the very same characters that I created myself are helping me get through my depression? I really don't how else I can explain the phenomenon, but I can actually just close my eyes and just like have a conversation with them. And it honestly just makes me feel better. I mean… Continue reading Introspectively Optimistic
Who's to say if it's worth the groans and sighs of a broken frame? Keep your vices to yourself and I will make sure things don't stay the same. When I take this chance please don't remark on what could've been. I've been there and back and I know it's hard, but I will revel… Continue reading Sin