The Sun Sets Only So It Can Rise Again

For the first time in weeks, something I’m rather proud of.

Ah, how I love the night. Quiet! Peace! At last somewhere to lay, somewhere to think. The time to spend 15 minutes trying to brew tea the old fashioned way. To sit and write about life and to get out that novel that I know I have in my heart. The time to listen to simple songs about love, and to search for peace as the wind howls and rubs branches against my window. Finally people slowly stop being illuminated by their cell phones, and sometimes, if they lay still long enough, start finding themselves in the inky blackness.

Only in the night I can think about all that I’ve done, all that has happened, and can smile, for in the night, in all memories there is love.

Answering Machine

Mostly just me being random. It does have a strangely endearing stupidity to it though.

Roses are read,
Violets are blue,
Life can be tragic,
But I miss you.

The sky grows pale,
All roses die,
But your eyes are bright,
and they silence my cry.

So call me sometime,
You know I’ll be free,
Love me forever,
and you’ll save me.

Goodnight and I love you.

“Today could be an almost perfect day”

God I’m out of practice writing poems. I mean this just…hurts. Parts are true of some people and false of others and people are going to misunderstand it, so please, just read, and PLEASE don’t think much of it. 

Crawling up to meet you I fall…

Too many memories filling my head trying to make me crazy,
Too many phone calls trying to hold me up that only make me fall further.

Maybe I was crawling down all along.

It’s a love hate relationship with you in the middle,
with us all in the middle really.

I wish I could fade through.

I’m proud and ashamed of my life.
I am who I am.

I am the paradox.