deciphering codes #4: my days and nights
Happy National Poetry Month!
Here are a collection of thoughts/poems I wrote back in 2014:
Faded leaves falling in the wind,
Hands held out, catching as it falls.
I describe my days and nights:
Cloud covered skys and rainy weekends,
The fresh scent of cut grass and summer's breeze caressing my face,
Slowed moments I can never forget.
Times spent doing everything at once, and times spent doing nothing at all.
My pen as it flys over the smooth papers of my journal,
The buzz that fills my mind when an idea lights.
Quiet minutes spent walking in the silence of morning.
Overwhelming emotions as I witness a sunrise, or a sunset, or sun rays shining through leaves.
That swift second when I feel like I could change the world.
Lazy evenings spent reading poems.
And inspired afternoons spent bustling and baking in the kitchen.
Absent smiles. Intense tears. Never dying dreams. Continuing hopes. Faithful prayers. And it all comes back to one: Being.
So I say, breathe and be.
Love and laugh.
Pray and wait.
Your life is all you have.
And at the very end, remember to write your story.
July 19 2014 12:04.
Try not to be understood in the understood,
Let them find you in the midst of confusion,
For what is remembered,
Is what puzzles the mind.
Your words, like wood.
Your memory, like the bright flash of midday's sun.
July 19 2014 12:04.
Definition limits the ways in which the world could be viewed,
If you see with the eyes of the world,
Then you see what everyone sees.
No different are you than the typical standby.
But if the window you peer through,
Is built by curiosity, creativity, and the seeking of the extraordinary,
Then you will see as many do not.
Your life will be like the vast galaxy,
Dotted with endless stars and planets.
Space would be a companion,
The sky would be your blanket.
July 19 2014 12:04.
Here are a collection of thoughts/poems I wrote back in 2014:
Faded leaves falling in the wind,
Hands held out, catching as it falls.
I describe my days and nights:
Cloud covered skys and rainy weekends,
The fresh scent of cut grass and summer's breeze caressing my face,
Slowed moments I can never forget.
Times spent doing everything at once, and times spent doing nothing at all.
My pen as it flys over the smooth papers of my journal,
The buzz that fills my mind when an idea lights.
Quiet minutes spent walking in the silence of morning.
Overwhelming emotions as I witness a sunrise, or a sunset, or sun rays shining through leaves.
That swift second when I feel like I could change the world.
Lazy evenings spent reading poems.
And inspired afternoons spent bustling and baking in the kitchen.
Absent smiles. Intense tears. Never dying dreams. Continuing hopes. Faithful prayers. And it all comes back to one: Being.
So I say, breathe and be.
Love and laugh.
Pray and wait.
Your life is all you have.
And at the very end, remember to write your story.
July 19 2014 12:04.
Try not to be understood in the understood,
Let them find you in the midst of confusion,
For what is remembered,
Is what puzzles the mind.
Your words, like wood.
Your memory, like the bright flash of midday's sun.
July 19 2014 12:04.
Definition limits the ways in which the world could be viewed,
If you see with the eyes of the world,
Then you see what everyone sees.
No different are you than the typical standby.
But if the window you peer through,
Is built by curiosity, creativity, and the seeking of the extraordinary,
Then you will see as many do not.
Your life will be like the vast galaxy,
Dotted with endless stars and planets.
Space would be a companion,
The sky would be your blanket.
July 19 2014 12:04.
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