A jazz trumpet
Floats on a warm breeze
Atop a punk song
Like a bumblebee in a hailstorm
Confused
Notes stumble
But always land right where they mean to
Like plucking an apple blossom off the tree
To land sweet pink petal dew drops to sweet pink lips
We'll hide in the greenhouse
Where the bumble bees sneak in
To find the scent of long forgotten flowers
Blooming where only unfamiliar thorns used to be
Blushing pinks and purple petals
Smear against the meadow and sky
Blonde petals reach towards the storm clouds
Searching desperately for a taste of rain
The drumming of the rain on the clear roof
Like a racing heart
A butterfly is trapped with us
Drinking the nectar and waiting out the storm
She flutters like the melody inside
I wonder if the flowers get the color from
The way the butterfly looks at them
Like when you look at me.
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The winding river departed southbound from the listless lake
His current strong,
Swollen from the heavy rains he brought down upon himself
A knappy jungle grows inward
Spilling over the banks and into his shallows.
Many are the fish in his river;
Many the rocks.
Turbulent and fierce
And joyful in his wake,
I spread my fingers along the surface
Taking in each ripple as they unfold below my hands.
In heat under the summer sun
My boat glides through the river like hands in hair after sundown
He moves me through him
Like air through the trees.
The tide laps the bank
Disolving into him
My secrets
And parts of me i thought i would keep to myself.
I relax and let the river captivate and capture me
Flowing and rushing downstream
Before finally reaching a great ocean
And being overcome with the mighty waves.
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Am I weighing you down?
If I had mailed it It would have shown up Tattered In my own mailbox Several weeks later With return to sender scribbled Across the envelope In your hand I ran out of stamps Trying to mail it back to you Each time to have it show up More and more torn On my own doorstep It sits now On my desk Collecting dust Waiting for me to find the courage to walk myself to the post office and buy some more stamps. My heart is not a paper weight. Don't let it weigh you down.
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Hey. Don’t just scroll past. Come back and watch this. You need it more than you know.
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I am slowly writing
A symphony
In my letters to you
Overseas
Measure by measure
Line by line
Dedicated to your smile
And how much I wish
You’d come home
Any other musician
Wouldn’t have thought twice
About my muse
But for him
My notes float across oceans
In a bottle
And play my song to you like a music box
Keeper of my heart,
Any other musician
Would have said Bb
When I said
A Sharp
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Underneath a pool of cooling lava A carnelian jungle grows Something lurking deep inside you Some things no one has to know There are things lost in the foliage You'll never share at all So if another victim Your carnelian jungle claims I saw the tiger locked inside And only have myself to blame Parts of me are getting stronger But the others still know A sleepy tiger in the early morning Becomes a predator by night Searching my feeble body For something dangerous to fight In mornings when I lie with you All I feel I dread Because one night when I lie with you I might just wake up dead
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Heartwork
I hand you the jagged pieces
There’s no handle with care sign
On my shattered glass heart
I tell you instead
To be careful of my sharp points
I am more than a little rough around the edges
These days, I am nothing but rough edges
You hand it back to me piece my piece
Each one polished and smoothed over
You take the ugly parts of me and call them beautiful
I cannot hurt myself anymore
I fit them together
A beautiful mosaic
No longer clear and crystalline
But you and I create a masterpiece all our own
You sign your name at the bottom
For it is your work of art to claim
We hang it up in my gallery
And I rope the section off only for you
For a second I wonder what yours looks like
And if you have a section roped off for me
And who signed their name at the bottom to let the world know it was theirs
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Is this Kadie?
No? My name is sam
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Technicolor Love
My monochrome existence was many shades of grey Afraid of a world I never knew I pushed the colors away Out of darkness, you were light You were nowhere black or white Your touch to me was fire red Burning my desire Lying closely in your bed You held me through the purple night Your arms around me My soul took flight Your eyes were oceans blue and green Sailing off Into my dreams The morning yellow as the sun When you smiled back at me I knew you were the one
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Some of these would be gorgeous songs. I'd love to write some music for them someday. You're a wonderful writer.
I would love that! If you wanted to use any just ask!
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Crawling
Each night I crawl Through doorways and sheets In and out of versions of myself I thought I locked away in years that flew like the birds circling over head They are coming for the pieces left of us There's not much meat left for them to tear But they will find it And take it Like the vultures they are Like the vultures we both are Each night I crawl Out of our bed and into another Hoping to find pieces of myself somewhere Pieces I thought I lost in years that raced like my heart when your hands find my body They illuminate the parts of myself still worth taking They find them And take them like they belong only to you And I let you
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A list of things that make me unnecessarily sad:
The train ride to the shore is lonely
Each stop the tears begin to swell
As the tide comes inching closer to my feet
Destroying everything in its path
The terminal is a place for goodbyes
A place where lovers part
Saving ‘I love you’ because knowing
Would hurt more than broken sea shells on bare feet
The boardwalk, the pier
Remind me of times when I smiled
When we walked holding hands
Before my feet were filled with splinters
And the rides made me sick
The sand on the beach like an hour glass
Counts down the moments
Of my time spent still her
Still holding on to sand castle dreams
And promises as hollow as the sea shells
Someone left a raft on the shore
It is blue and tattered by the waves
But still good
It is lonely and abandoned
I rinse it off
I carry it back up the beach
Down the boardwalk
Through the terminal
And on the train all the way home
The raft doesn’t shed a single tear
“Let me be a blue raft on a blue sea
I’ll blend right in” -The Front Bottoms
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I just wanted to let you know that you write beautifully. And I love your poem "Never Date a Musician". You don't need to reply or anything. I just wanted to let you know. Thank you for your poetry.
You are a blessing! Thank you!
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Growing Like flowers in the back of my mind Exactly the parts where the memories must stay Growing Like the vines up the old fence wall Where we sat facing toward the heavens Growing Like the gravitational pull between our bodies Your hands on mine Growing Like the little girl I once was into the lady in the lake Guiding fish to chew on unsuspecting versions of her former self Growing Like the weeds we used to rip from their roots as little kids Like the ones set ablaze inside of our lungs holding us together Growing Into a cloudy memory of the still clearing storm The first time the sun peaked from behind the clouds long enough to shed light on what almost was Growing Older into a faded photograph of the flowers in the field, the vines scaling the rusted fence, and the newly revealed sun On the day the little girl became the lady in the lake
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I Walked by that house today And the brick steps where we spoke, drunk Have been relaid The windows you broke have all been resaled A years worth of time Allows damage to heal The yard where you told me that you'd have to leave Has new owners now Who don't even grieve The bed where you held me has long been replaced And they patched the walls in the hallway Where you punched me in the face Nothing replaces what four walls can't hold The feelings you gave me Will stay 'til I'm cold
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Self destruction Is the kindest way I can put it When you watch someone you love Break her own heart over and over Lovesick Over a boy who never learned to love himself I cannot sit idly by I will not be the church mouse I must unleash my wrath Upon a sheep in wolves clothing Fire cannot kill a dragon But they clipped my broken wings They trapped me in a cage with wheels As much as I refuse to sit idly by I cannot intervene I blow her smokey kisses Hoping she can learn to breathe her own fire in his direction
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Never date a musician She'll fall in love with you Like a piece she heard in her sleep A piece she'll never write She'll memorize the cadence of your walk How your footsteps become a staccato bounce When you're excited She'll know you like a concert f scale Memorize all your accidentals Your sharps and flats Your highs and lows She'll know that when you're angry, you're a forte piano You hit hard then get soft Then angry and loud all over again She'll know there's a chip in your third octave C# A dusty piano no one uses anymore but her She'll know which keys stick which ones to press to make you sing And which ones she should avoid all together She'll wish she were a Fermata on a whole note At the end of your lullaby So that you'd hold her as long as you could Before tapering off gently to sleep
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