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Whoa! 100 followers!

I don’t want to come off as insincere, but all I can do is assure you who are reading this that I am truly grateful and smiling like a fool even though the Internet will not allow for such emotions to be displayed (at least not without pictorial evidence).

But I do want to thank all of you for clicking that little “follow” button and subscribing to my blog to read the weird, crazy stuff I somehow think up thanks to the electric impulses arcing across my nervous system.   

I know that the future holds much more poetry for you to read, and if you’d like, I could post some prose, and more songs too. I’ll also continue experimenting with form and subject in my poetry, so look forward to that (I know I am…also kind of anxious about it, haha)!

Again, thank you all, sincerely.

I wish you all well!

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Rise

out of a blue sea

into scarlet light,

descend the marble steps

to a pool as clear as glass.

Sweep away remaining sleep,

find the jungle of fruits-

a bright feast.

Open mouth in a wide “O”,

loose a gust,

focus on the wash of yellow

shining through.

Flutters and twips float

in- vague- into the

temporary cage.

O but if you could see how lonely I am,

for I am young and crave that sickening, sweet,

drink known as pity. And I am lonely;

I house a heart that is heavy with burdens

that many men and women have held before-

but they are new to me, and I state,

once again, I am young, and with youth

comes yet another burden: inexperience.

The Space between us

is more than Silence-

more than Longing, still-

I had lowered my Defense

 

perhaps a bit too soon,

and struck too many times,

or perhaps we missed

Opportunity to reason- you and I-

It’s funny how childlike and innocent my perception of the world, or at least the Natural world, becomes at the beginning of each season.

At the start of winter this year the snow was falling so lightly I thought it was almost dreamlike. Then winter got old. People began to grow tired of the now, especially as the weather turned foul. I tried to maintain a positive outlook, trying to see the beauty in storms and the whiteness of everything. But the sad thing about winter, when you get older, is that the season kind of loses it’s magic. You find you’d rather stay inside. I tried going out into the snow once. I only ended up being outside for fifteen minutes. Maybe the magic is also gone because fifteen minutes can feel like forever when you’re a kid.

Now winter grows into spring, and I find myself smiling as I step into a puddle by accident. I feel happy being able to see green plants now- tree branches no longer covered by snow. But I’m wondering how long this fascination will last. As a writer, observation of the surrounding world is important, but there’s this nagging sense that what I observe will get tiresome eventually.

I guess that the best option is to try and keep an open mind. To observe the changes that happen, and try to find the beauty in the heat waves and thunderstorms to come.

Wish me luck, and stay tuned!

“Sometimes silence is the most effective weapon a person can wield.”-Original

Silence is golden.