People Sleep Through the Night for a Reason
I sat under the stars and cried because the sun died today
I can’t tell whether I want you beside me,
Or I want you to stay an ideal in my mind.
It’s an interesting question, an unanswerable question
It’s the only kind worth anything.
I saw the brightest star in the sky fade to black
Only to cause the sunrise tomorrow
I sat under the stars and cried tonight
Because their light was obscured by clouds
It’s interesting to see how it can all fade to black,
and yet clear up in a minute or so
I can’t tell whether I want you beside me,
Or I want you to stay an ideal in my mind.
It’s an interesting question, an unanswerable question
But maybe that’s all there is, maybe that’s the best kind
It’s not so strange I’m writing this tonight,
after all there is always a reason
even if it isn’t to be known
Maybe it’s because I saw the brightest star in the sky fade to black
Only to cause the sunrise tomorrow
It’s a canvas,
our corner of the universe.
It waits for an artist to paint.
It’s a subtle talent to mold the world into something beautiful, something that is you.
And everyone is beautiful,
Because there is always truth,
and in truth
there is inextinguishable beauty.
What is more beautiful,
Than a world that is your own?
The only thing that could possibly make it better
is when we paint paint together.
I can’t tell if I love or hate the rhyme…
-Love Brian
This is nothing but a lame attempt to put pure emotion into word.
It’s the cliches that really seem to matter. The most arrogant style of thought is to believe that we are all different because we are all hilariously the same. In fact we are the cliches. It’s interesting, but not completely unexpected that I’m writing this right now. My life feels like a cliche, and when I look around I see similarities in everyone’s obscurities. However, everyone is unique even if we aren’t so different. There is true beauty and true pain in the world and everywhere you go you only have to know people to feel its mood and disposition.
Out of everything in the world I don’t know why my mind jumps to this. Its random, short, and lacks content but for now I’m happy. Goodnight all.
I’m uneasy right now. I believe that’s the best word to describe how I feel. Right now everything is in check, except my own soul. Usually my mind and my heart can take care of themselves. After all if I am not free in my thoughts and in my love, of what interest or value is my life? I know I’m going to get hurt, and I know it’s going to happen sooner rather than later. In fact it’s already started, I can feel it. I don’t mind though. It’s a beautiful pain, as they say. Maybe I feel bittersweet then? It’s probably a question better left unanswered. However the answer is yes. Life is bittersweet. The yin and the yang define me and make me whole.
A quick note about my habits on writing or revising concerning poetry. When I write a new poem I’ve entered another state of mind. It’s always significant when I do, even if the chapters of my life aren’t all that well defined to an outsider. Right now I feel like I’ve written both a ton and hardly anything at all. So that should explain a lot…
Her
Sometimes you ask me what I’m thinking about,
Usually I can tell you,
unless the answer is you.
I wonder if I could make you smile,
by playing All The Small Things for you on guitar
or by walking you to English again because no one else would.
Or maybe I could stare at the stars until they ran out of reasons
why I love you.
Whenever you wait for my answer
Whenever I shrug off the question,
know the answer is you.
If I Were to be Honest…
mostly a letter
To whom I cry out to in the middle of the night,
I can feel you in this dark hour.
You get me through the nights when I can’t sleep and I don’t feel worth a damn
On nights like this one,
I do not think about you, because you are my thoughts
You reap havoc in my heart where even I tread lightly
But your touch and your smile-
they’re deadly soft
I need you as I need the air
naturally, physically, without thought or reason
To hold you tonight is to have no more questions
it is to be happy, whole, and complete
Breathe
I breathe you in greedily
after all I need you
but my lungs meticulously change what you are
until what’s whole is gone
my lungs throw you back out into the world then,
but I still hold you in my memory,
you’re just the thing that trees breathe in and spit back out,
in order for me to inhale and
survive.
Breathe
I breathe you in greedily
after all my lungs need you
but they mercilessly change what you are
until everything I need is ripped out of you
and the you I know is no more
my lungs throw you back out into the world then,
but I still know what you are,
you’re just the thing that trees breathe in and spit back out,
in order for me to breathe in and
survive.
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God the stars are pretty tonight.
I know it’s insignificant,
But as I sit here staring at the sky,
It makes me melt a little
To see your eyes staring back.
