i want my skin to be like your favorite novel — one that you read over and over again.
Category: unsung poetry
unfinished thoughts #5: little luminaries
i will walk the path you light before me. little luminaries, igniting one by one. soon, when entering through the gates of heaven, i will look back to see that you lit up all of the darkness so fear could hide no more in the shadows.
unfinished thoughts #4: he softly calls
listening is an art. but how do we listen when the one speaking often speaks not with words or actions? in fact, there’s a chance that he speaks with absolutely nothing. we stand in the hope that we will one day hear a clear voice, telling us the direction we must trod and giving us…
unfinished thoughts #3: untitled
let me get all of my loneliness out on paper if i can’t get it out of any way else.
unfinished thoughts #2: san francisco morning (early days)
i was up early today. early enough to see the sun blink awake a cotton candy sky that spread above me, reaching out to the moon, which was sinking into the ocean’s depths. i came out when the last of the stars were up, shining despite the brilliance of the newborn sun. edit: i wish…
unfinished thoughts #1: the golden rule
the pressure to preform with perfect accuracy was intense. you see, the two others had missed their mark, one still early in their training and the other with a perceived blindness to their weaknesses.