Sunday, March 29, 2015

Hello.

I wish I tried a little harder.

I wish you could understand everything I littered on the web pages.

I wish we could all be best friends.

I wish I was the next Anis Mojgani.

I wish things fixed themselves so I could spend more time finding clovers, 'cause my luck always seems to run out before I can catch it.

Hunter Larsen.

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Mother Nature

Sometimes you wonder why the world hates you. Mother Nature turns her nurture to torture. I stand on the dirt as disaster strikes, and every tree I attempt to cower under is upturned by harsh winds. 97.5% of her tears are sad salt water. I stand alone and look up at the stars, so far out of reach. They are happy, but impossible to join. The rain begins to pour, but my head is stuck stiff from staring upwards. The drops pile in my throat and I'm slowly drowning from all that I take in. The mud below grabs at my ankles and I can't escape my fate without any branches to grab.

This isn't a post about depression.

This post is human.

I don't always feel like this, but sometimes she does hate you, and there's nothing you can do to stop the pounding in the earth.

The pounding in your head.

The pounding in your heart.

I ache for you. I ache for my friends, my family, my self. I ache for those cowering under upturned trees, staring at the stars, sinking in the mud. There's light somewhere behind those thick clouds in the sky. You have to wait out the storm to survive. She is cleanest after calamity. I want to speak with her and present a check for 7 billion hugs, because that's the least of what we owe. Maybe, just maybe you'll forgive us so that when we have these bad days, there will be branches to grab.

Grass to stand on.

Stars to reach.

If you can't forgive us, I understand, and I still love you.

As insignificant as I am, there's at least ONE person who loves and respects you.

So please save your fury for another day so I can stand on the trees to reach the stars.

Friday, March 13, 2015

Those silver eyes.



Those silver eyes.
Ice chips against the iris.
Giving me a young mid life crisis.
Stunning like the horrors of ISIS.

Those silver eyes.
Pale as the new moon.
Serious like a typhoon.
Polished set of new spoons.

Those silver eyes.
Wise as an owl.
Please pass the towel-
so I can clear the salt out of my eyes, so foul.

Those silver eyes.
Incalculable beyond measure.
The epitome of grandeur, I reassure-
that every time you blink there's closure.

Those silver eyes.
I can't help but stare.
Even if you glare, I'll bare the scare-
of having my retinas tied in your snare.

Those silver eyes.
Wash over me like the tide-
so take pride in knowing that every time I see them I glide-
on Cloud 9, taking angels for a ride.

Those silver eyes.
Deep in thought.
Look out at the world like the Lady of Shalott.
I know what you've got-
so please don't get caught up in the mundane things of life for naught.

Those silver eyes.
Black ink in lustrous pools.
Gilded pearl thread on dark ash spools.
Speak for themselves like a king to fools.

Those silver eyes.
Put any doubt to rest.
It's best if you grab your scarf and I, my vest-
so we can test if we're two birds of the same nest.

Those silver eyes.

Friday, March 6, 2015

Message to Stormy.



You've been with me since before memories flooded into my brain. I have not known a life without you, and I'm not ready to live that life. I hate to see you leave us, but it's the best thing we can do for you. Stormy. I love you so much. Tears are streaming down my face as I write this. The realization is so overpowering. I can hardly move my hands. I hate to see you in pain. I love to see you stroll over to me. I love your unconditional love. I love you so so so much. I can't bear to to see you leave me. It's hurting me, in every aspect that it can. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. I can't put my feelings for you in coherent sentences. You were always there for me. You loved banana bread. You loved to spend every second looking for us. It was really a game. You would meow, and we would find you. I loved to find you. Always such a sweet girl. I can't imagine not finding you. Right where you've always been. By my side.