poetry – Page 3

have you ever looked at the sky and wished that the moon was your friend?
you fool.
she already is your friend.
she always has been.

Home is where –

No.

Home is who

(Fill your own blank

With yourself

Someone

The one)

We’re too young to worry this much, they say. We’re too young to ask for that much change, they hiss. When else will we worry, we scream, and how else will we bring change, if we can’t be sure to grow old enough to be allowed worries and anger and actions by them?

We are born in September. We are children of autumn, daughters of the wildest storms, sons of the ancient equinox. Change does not come for us. We bring it upon the world.

If you want to get to know someone, watch for three things: how they treat animals, what their anger looks like, and how they react when something is difficult.

you can probably never create something that touches all the hearts

but whatever you make, it will always touch someone

There are few things in this world that you can love an endless amount of.

Some of those precious few are books, songs, languages, sunrises and dawnbreaks.

You could wake me up at 3 a.m. after two hours of sleep and no memory of where or who I am and I’d still be ready to talk about squids, the possibility of Atlantis, what ancient music sounded like and why a cup of tea feels like home between my hands.

please be aware that every time I say “excuse me”, what I actually mean is “excuse you”

the oxygen in the air that you breathe is eating you alive but you’re still here so breathe a bit more of it and exhale and go conquer the world or something just as terribly wonderful that a species dying from its own metabolism can achieve.