Category: Mood

  • enough

    Enough food
    Enough house
    Enough home
    Enough hope
    
    Enough work
    Enough play
    Enough rest
    Enough peace
    Enough known
    Enough kith
    Enough kin
    Enough love
    
    Enough talk
    Enough tears
    Enough pain, enough strain, enough sores
    Enough done?
    
    Enough kids, enough death, enough camps, enough pills
    Enough drought, enough spills, enough doubt, enough fear, enough dross
    Enough eyes, enough loss, enough news, enough war, enough lies, enough dead, enough dread
    Enough help?
    
    Enough cries, enough pleas, enough prayers
    Enough spin, enough God
    Enough you?
    Enough me?
    
    Enough
  • how do i love you…

    ...let me count the ways:
    I love you by listening more and talking less.
    I love you by giving more and taking less.
    I love you by whispering more and yelling less.
    I love you by serving more and lounging less.
    I love you by smiling more and frowning less.
    I love you by praising more and mocking less.
    I love you by playing more and working less.
    I love you by agreeing more and arguing less.
    I love you by trusting more and fearing less.
    How do I love you, let me count the ways...all my days.
  • socks

    I wake up with the sun
    And put fresh socks on
    As the world slides into a new day
    To be worn until night falls
    Then thrown into the washer
    For the next cycle.
    
    Someday, I’ll walk in bare feet.
  • quiet strength

    The wind has no sound.
    It brings to life the voices
    Of those it affects
  • deep red scream

    the deep red scream
    silent as the darkest night
    it cuts through the thin veil
    letting anguish flow
    like a stream released
    filling a nameless ocean
    
    the deep red scream
    no one hears the pain
    it cuts everyone it touches
    letting doubt flow
    like a river released
    filling a bottomless ocean
    
    the deep red scream
    drawn from the deafening silence
    it opens never-healing wounds
    letting fury flow
    like a torrent released
    filling a lifeless ocean
    
    the deep red scream
    a desperate stillness follows
    it suffers the drops that fall
    letting sleep come
    or at least a kind of release
    to push the wave upstream
    
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