Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

You say you are distanced You think your silence will take you far away from me You do things that may break me But even your distances are next to me Your silences are the loudest And the things you do, I support them the most So when you are finished fighting an uncaring world […]

Friends gasp and say I should be your enigma That I should be mysterious and not give anything away They advise me to hold all my cards close to my chest They mean well, they follow their rules   What they should know is, I have stopped being an idea I have stopped blindly climbing […]

Beloved — May this day never end   Come, this day will be preserved in time Let us race behind the sun rays May we never touch those shadows Oh beloved.   The tired sun will pass over the waters of the river If your feet move over those green plains, you shall slip   […]

This world you have brought me to, an unearthly place which stealthily captures attention and steals my breath. A secret garden where hope tenderly walks me through showering bowers with rose petals at our feet. The home of my imagination which until now was incomplete. This world you have brought me to, this ethereal field of dreams shimmers […]

You did not come, And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb,— Yet less for loss of your dear presence there Than that I thus found lacking in your make That high compassion which can overbear Reluctance for pure lovingkindness’ sake Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum, You did not come. […]

Ferris Wheel


I once wrote a rather depressing poem about a Ferris wheel. It went something like: The abandoned ferris wheel Now sits in the corner of a dusty field Once, a thousand children would clutch their parents hands As they went free wheeling through the air That red Ferris wheel all lit up Proudly showing off […]

Ah! Sunflower


Ah! sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller’s journey is done; Where the youth pined away with desire, And the pale virgin shrouded in snow, Arise from their graves and aspire; Where my sunflower wishes to go. — William Blake My father […]



I wrote this on February 7, 2007 I am the unshakenthe unmovedLook at meI am earthfirewindwater. 



I wrote this on April 4, 2007 Quite above the mist, We remain happy. Awaken, awaken The end will take its own time to arrive.