Linger

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Walking these streets
I know these streets
I know where the roads converge
I know where they meet
I walk aimlessly
I walk to the tea shop
I drink slowly
I explore
I adore
It’s after work
The city is aglow
So I take my time
Fancy clothes
Fancy cars
Everyone feels like a star
I admire dresses, scarves, and hats
I stare at pressed suits and colorful tasteful ties
I stop for an art exhibit
I glance at paintings and statues and more
My mind stirs for hours
Whether on the street
Or in the tea shop
Or the art institute
I love to take my time
Make the day sublime
Grab a dinner by the lake
A solo escape
As I do this
I make sure
To soak it all it
So carefully, cautiously
I
Linger

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The Glow

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The Glow we all know
The smile that goes on a mile
The grin for the win
Your eyes, gleaming with surprise
Your mischievous glance, your entire motion a dance
I reach out for an embrace
But you’ve got me beat
You hold me close
On a busy street
You don’t rush me outside
As it begins to snow
You know that I love it so
And I won’t want to go
As we walk the snow covered street
Your eyes meet mine
A private moment, a love divine
And the glow we all know
The smile that goes on a mile
Is the smile only you have
When you look at me
I never thought someone would look at me
The way that you do
You make it really easy
To be madly in love with you

That is my vow

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Collectively, Respectfully, Introspectively
You have to live it boldly
You have to live with vigorous reckless abandon
You have to tirelessly spin
In order to win
Win the race
Take first place
Because nobody knows
What’s gonna happen tomorrow
It may be joy and it may be sorrow
So I will borrow a phrase
From my mind
And remind myself and all of you
That here’s what I’ll do
I will rise up
I will rise like like a wave
I will rise up
In spite of the fear in my heart
I will understand
That what’s at stake is in the palm of my hand
So with vigorous reckless abandon
And deathly precision
I pursue my vision
To be, to live, to love
To be unapologetically whoever I want
And flaunt that I choose
To be happy and to heal that bruise
Of not knowing, I want to live for now
That is my vow

Picture Perfect Days

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for me the picture perfect days
are in a cabin in the snowy woods
the only house for acres
a glance at the lake, hot chocolate
a stroll through the brush
a warm cabin
with all the comforts of home
gentle music and board games
making snowangels
staring into the night sky
realizing you’ve escaped the rountine!

Happy

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Dust off the old photos I found
Recognize the essence of my soul in every frame
Recognize these photos are my reality
They are moments when I was truly happy
Remember the old me
I forgot how many times I was happy
Lately I’ve been quite sick
And been quick
To accept my misery
However
Going through all the poems
All the pictures
I remember
Beauty
Joy
Love
Happiness
Family
Warmth
Nature
Wonder
I’ve been forgetting that happiness
Is right there
I can reach out and touch it
I decide I will
I decide there’s no more time to kill
And what a thrill
These old memories
Have brought to mind
That I was, am, and can be
Happy