I exist,
I come
And I go.

I root
And I grow,
I rock,
I green
And I brown.

That is the way,
That is the way.

#ts #nss

October silences have the sound of distant laughter, the dust whistling in the dry desert, and the burning of cake in a holiday oven.

I promise, I love it here. The sun is quick. The days run faster than wild horses, and the nights feel like summer.

How do you breath, when the sun dries out?

#ts #ssn

What if it rains?
What if it thunders,
And my soul's broken?
But darling
What if the earth grows?
What if you meet your silence,
And chaos is the only bridge?

#ts #kbts

How do you love flatly?
You see the world in twilight;
You ask questions
That beg for silence;
You scan through soul,
And kiss my very past;
You untuck my memory:
You ask can I love you?
What do you give priority?

#ts #kbts

Mornings, as they come
Are joy-and-calm-filled—
It's only life that matters.
A little bird flutters, just as
The sun begins to bloom—
Spring will come again.
I fold beneath my soul,
Longing, slowly for rain.
Who can sing a song
To the clouds, or the stars?
Only the lonely can wear
A face this long, or dance
This way. But I am quite
Far away, and my breath
Is ripped apart. Nothing
Can mend a sliced soul
Except itself, nor bring it
Back home. Not a horse,
Not a lotus, not the sun.
One blink, she's watching
The sky. The next, she's
Floating down a river.

#ts #ssn

Maybe I could live
free from this dark world.
Maybe I could watch
This heat burn without
Feeling its presence.
Maybe I could write
About this sadness and
Let it live, for a while,
Somewhere else that is
Outside of my mind.
Maybe the best freedom
Is acquired by releasing.

#ts #wrds #de

And just when I almost cracked,
Summer reminded me
There was joy away from chaos.
There's beauty in that.
There's beauty in October.

#ts #de #ssn #oct

The ocean washes
my feet clean,
& it gets to my self-will.
I can't help, but
envy her hands.

#ts #wrds

Fast trains
Help minds slow.
All that a soul wants,
Is to run away;
Never to come back.
And oh what a sync,
When the earth outside
Runs parallel to memories.
She cries still, and will,
Until something drops
In her cup of coffee.
Herein, therein, out there,
Her eyes are open.
Yet, she sees nothing—
She cries, still.

#ts #lh #hj

If you need
A shoulder to cry on,
Remember I need yours too.
And if you fear
That I might forget you,
And if your heart skips
At the rarity of meeting again,
Remember how we became.

(Maybe we were butterflies)

#ts #de #btf #nstga

I will hike a mountain
To the peak
To catch a sunrise.
I will swim an ocean
To the dry shore
To feel warm again.
I will write a song
To relive every sunset,
To meet you in a different sky.
I will find you again.

#ts #lg

Will.
If you will,
I will.

You kill
I die.

You killed,
I died.

If you cried
I would.

#ts #fg

There're summer nights
Where long days bridge,

There're blue, blue skies
Where hugs bandage

There's you, darling,
In books endeared

But I, darling,
Rather be here.

#ts #btf

The days calendar to us
As do winter sunsets,
And we forget quicker
Than we remember, that
Soon the world will be dark.
We think we have time
To embrace and kiss them,
Yet, they flutter away
From our dithering hands,
Like butterflies, right before
The eyes of our minds,
And we will chase after them,
Into the very same melancholy.

#ts #nss

Into the woods I run,
Where my silence will cry.
Where my tears will dry,
Into slow words that rain.

#ts #wrds