slow songs and croonersit seems I am not beholden to
the serendipity of dancing...
and only when I still the synapses
carrying love notes to my muscles
do I have the stoic grace of a
you've fallen for a girl who's
fallen for the slow songs and the
and I've fallen for the way the
winds wraps itself around thin
bone branches, and howls to the world
i love you
even as it's pulling itself away
Flowers are a lot like usHer voice was a hushed leaf-Flowers are a lot like us3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it bent in the breeze and only carried
to those who chose to hear.
"Flowers are a lot like us."
She whispered to the wind-
"The spout different shades and hues
from rosy pinks to springtime blues.
Some bloom early and some come late,
and every blossom has a seperate fate.
Some are big and some stay small,
but that's no reason not to love them all.
They can be round, pointed, or bent a bit,
and each has a certain uniqueness to it.
Every flower bends different to the wind,
some stand tall and some give in.
But you see, flowers are a lot like us.
Regardless of shape, size, color, or strength,
every flower blossoms beautifully-
as long as no one cuts it down
before it gets the chance."
hey emmai know a girl made of mercury;hey emma5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
silvery-white and iridescent,
she is her own liquid constellation.
she knows a broken love
but it does not mean she's broken.
it does not mean she's broken.
she is quicksilver against palms, blink
and she is already through your fingers,
but she makes me vermillion,
she is not broken.
i know a girl who thinks herself as ruined,
but i've seen her gentle hands forge and
her brilliant mind create.
there is nothing ruined about a girl
with a heart too big for her body.
after all, only the beautiful
think they are ruined.
she calls herself a caged bird
but songs should be sung for someone greater.
( if i knew how to love,