#95
Sometimes i worry,
over using
the same metaphors,
similes,
feelings,
cliched descriptions,
of repeating myself,
of boring you,
and i let it go.
Every moment, a new scene,
everyday a new life,
the words matter less than the
space between, we could describe
the same thing, in different languages,
with different words, with different letters,
and yet, the cliches remain. Beauty, is beautiful,
Love, is overwhelming, stunning,
a gorgeous hurt. Between the words,
between the lines, the memories and thoughts
begging beneath the surface matter most,
not the keys that open the door.
#96
Stunning,
sitting right across from me
the added difficulty,
of continuing conversation
whilst staring
directly into the Sun,
or any other fallen Star.
#97
Just as i’m waiting too,
does not mean that i’ll
spend it standing,
in line,
rank and file,
as well.
#98
Wondrous whisperings,
breezes, breathes,
turns pages,
stirs my leaves,
through careful listening
has brought worlds within me,
goodness washing me
with grateful gratitude.
#99
i’ll save the titles,
for the sentences,
for the stanzas,
within,
i’ll spare nothing.
i’ll give everything.
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-Mr. Write