I Heard The Whispers Of Gold

When will i learn

That your love

Was never for me

To hold?

Only for me to veiw

At a distance

But never to really

Touch.

The mountain mist

(And the paleness of its shroud)

Is a constant reminder

(In the darkness of my thoughts)

Of how much I really

(Unknowingly, but undoubtedly)

Missed you

Thoughts on Beauty #5

Have you ever stopped to understand words?

There is so much that is beautiful about language. In every piece of writing, there is emotion. There is nothing more human than the love, hate, greed, forgiveness, sadness, and joy that is in every word you read. We can therefore know that words are in fact beautiful, not just becuause of their own complexity, but also because of the complexity of human nature which they express

Does the moon feel lonely

When it is all alone

Because nobody is awake

To see it?

Thoughts on Beauty #3

It is easy to see beauty in nature- after all, what is more pure than nature itself. But the struggle begins when we look at another person, but are blinded by their human nature. All we see is the flaws, when what we should seek is the soul within who is just another wanderer in this beautiful world

Thoughts on Love #9

Love is like being lost, then finding yourself at your destination anyway. Love is like forgetting the formula on a math test, but still getting the the answer right. Love is life forgetting your wallet and finding the exact change you need on the ground. 

Love is an innocent mistake, that ends up better than you could ever have hoped.

The world watched

As the moon wept

Silver tears

In remembrance

Of us

Im a bit too prideful to admit

That im afraid to say im wrong

But you already knew that, babe

And you have for far too long

I'm curious why you don't use images in your posts?

It is my greatest hope that my writing is vivid enough that the mental picture it conjures would suffice (also I never thought about it)

A rumble in the fog

Tells me I am not alone.

Quickened breaths

Faster steps

I try to flee

What stalks me in the dark

But when the fog clears

I see an empty field

Where the weeds have grown

Unkempt

And i wonder how i am meant

To trust others

When i can barely trust

Myself