Time's Tune

Are as scattered seeds

Sun colored ribbons of time

Now sunflowers for bloom

Giggles resonate innocently

Words captured in darkness

While eyes keep closed in sleep

End of the line.

Softer shadows in yesterdays wake

Bare rain kisses the memories

Running against times captivity

Scattered petals fall as tears

Morning brightens with death so close

Flames leave ashes to remain

None are found.

Silence

The silence settles.
They’re gone.
The house is mine.
I am alone.
Everything I have known is gone.
Left. Packed away in a truck.
A vehicle bound for a different destination.
A place I have only heard of.
People I knew as a child.
Have grown old and died.
Years have passed me.
Their sands now graze my memory.
For who knew such days would strike.
The heart, now punctured, too deeply to speak.
Silence still.
Cries are heard.
Memories desire to be relived.
But they are still gone.
The people are still gone.
Everything is gone.
The silence stirs.

They are never coming back.

Growing Older

Gone. For Good. Not looking back.
That kind of leaving
The kind where you go away for a long while
Return to a different house in a different place
With a different family who are waiting
To make different memories
That kind of leaving
Shouldn’t there be more
More than just a simple comfort of words
Words that are reminiscent of whiskey and rum
Shouldn’t there be more?
There should be and I know it
I’m sitting here staring at a screen
Typing thin black lettering
On a white paper that won’t exist
Not until I press the tiny printer icon
From beginning to end it’s all just a conduit
To everything in between the lines
Every sentence left unsaid is said with eyes
Eyes left cold and lifeless
What lines are these to read between?
How could every volt of electricity
Send us closer and closer to the edge
The edge of everything we regret to see coming
You’d think we’d have the sense to know
To know where we’re headed
When we’ve been told the same bedtime story
All of our lives
You’d think we’d have lived better,
Laughed harder, and loved longer, truer, deeper, purer…
You’d think.
But we didn’t
We haven’t
And now we are here
A burnt out circuit, waiting for change
To come and sweep us into something better
To fix the singed edges of everything we’ve known
We screamed to get out and let ourselves go
We always stayed, every time
Now we beg to be kept and we refuse to let go
We have no choice
It’s already been taken from us
We just refuse to see the absence
We will see it soon enough
When we realize it’s all moved on.
I’ll pick up these pieces though
I know it’s what I’ve always done
I’ve done it to forget the pain
And let the moment rest
How will I pick these pieces up?
Without reliving everything I’ve endured?
Will the peace return to muster something?
Something that passes my understanding?
I hope all will be well
Once the hard drive has been modified
As of now everything we’ve known
Of this machine
Is about to be reformatted to something
Something we may not recognize
I just wish someone would have warned me
Of all of this ahead of time
This machine, with all its quirks and character
Has been the best I’ve ever seen or accompanied
Accompanied on such a journey as this
Hopefully after the modifications
It will only look different
As apposed to being different.

Still Small Gifts

Whispers
Secrets
Faith
Thoughts
Memories
Love
Dreams
Smiles
Hope
Excitement
Simplicity
Grace
Beauty
Silence
Mercy
Experience
Sunshine
Peace
Oceans
Rain
Courage
Elegance
Admiration
Strength
Talent
Conversation
Acceptance
Crayons
Coffee
Appreciation
Showers
Seasons
Thankfulness
Fudge
Cookies
Gentleness
Umbrellas
Friends
Happiness
Family
Holidays
Truth
Life

 
          …Still small gifts?

Just Live

Sometimes we wonder why we cannot do what we cannot do
Those are the times we need to stop wondering- just live

Sometimes there are moments where we think of what could have been
Those are the times we need to stop thinking- just live

Sometimes we find ourselves considering the  what if
Those are the times we need to stop considering- just live

Sometimes there are instances in our lives when we ponder the why
Those are the times we need to stop pondering- just live

As human beings processing every detail of our lives
We can get too caught up in the details that we forget to live

There is time for everything, but we should never “make time” to live
Every day we should be living and experiencing what we go through

Nothing escapes those who run from it- so stop running
Stop the aimless wondering, thinking, considering, and pondering-

-Just live.