Stars Are What I Reached For

Thoughts on Beauty #7

The stars hold infinity. Each one is unique and bright, each one is thousands of miles apart and yet still together in one sky- that is why they are beautiful. Is the same not true for humans? We are each different and still connected, and each one of us holds a light inside of ourselves that can change the world. Are we not beautiful in the same way that stars are? Do we not hold infinity in the same way that they do?

Im on top of the world

But i am all alone.

So i wonder

If a life with you

Would have been worth

Losing it all?

Tonight lets dance

Like daffodils

In a hurricane

Beautiful, flying

Braving the gusts

Of wind

That threaten to tear us

Apart

Someday I'll stop waiting

For a love thats come and gone

I know that it wont get here

But I hope to God I'm wrong

Thoughts on Love #11

You were a silent storm. Looming until finally you broke and I was washed out by downpours and blinded by lightning. Although it wasn't the thunder that rocked my world, only when I reached the eye of the storm did I see the peace and stillness of your true self- the one that I fell in love with. That was the part that shook my world, creating a new storm inside myself

Thoughts on Beauty #6

Most think that beauty is easy to see, but that is only because they dont try and see it where is is hardest to view. It is easy to see beauty in a rainbow, in a model, or in art. The true test is trying to see beauty in other, less obvious things- a rainstorm, a funeral, a homeless man on the street. Beauty is everywhere, but it takes a strong person to see it, and that is what our world is lacking.

If we are all as dead

As we claim to be

Then are we merely

Skeletal actors

Playing the role of a man

And stiffly mimicking

The beating of a heart?

When is the last time

That i thought

For myself?

My mechanical brain

Made of gears and gold

Robotic and cold

I do what im told

And nothing exceeding

What was programed

In my bones

"You cant have it all," they say

And that, for me, is fine

I don't need everything

Just enough to get by

I don't want a mansion,

Or love, or wealth

I just want to know

How to love myself

My arm has fallen

Asleep again

Like my mind at 3am.

And I hope by shaking it

Out today

I may save it from needles

And pins