BirchFeather26

On clear skies and nice breezy days, When you're hair slightly lifts to the puff of wind  Sweeping all over you with that fresh leafy scent. The feel of pavement and dirt on you're barefoot, Running in the grass with slight hints of dew from early dawn. Laughing with a innocent smile  Kids sitting on the side of the road with chips and snacks Some on tree branches touching the breeze Others embracing the boiling sidewalk. But all in all at the end of the day, a nice rain falls over our tired dream souls. On clear skies and nice breezy days. -Birchfeather26

I'm fadingI'm fading from hopes of usFading that you remember meFading that you still recall you where my sanctuary and my let go,I could breath when I was talking to youI could even laugh I could Cry tooYou where my sanctuary and now where are you?I have found others but nothing comparing to youFour months without youI'm near drowning,But I cant find you!

1. it's okay to fall in love. i mean, they tell you you're never going to marry your high school sweetheart and i'm not going to tell you it's a lie because it's not. you guys will probably break up and it's gonna hurt like hell but you'll be okay. remember, you are not the only one who has felt loneliness like a knife, the only one to know the pain of lungs collapsing because they were your air , and you will never be the only one who whispered "i love you" two lives too soon.you will not be the last one to have tucked hair behind their ear and leaned in for a kiss or the last one to wake up reaching for a hand that's no longer there.but...

I wish my veins of ocean blue flowed not just to my heart, but to yours too.

‘What is music?’ A little boy asked me that today. I bent down so that our faces were level And then I said to him with a smile, ‘Why do you care? Out of so many people today Why do you care?’ He looked back at me His eyes too thoughtful for his age And he said right back to me, ‘Because I want to make good music.’ I liked that answer, and I told him so. He was happy and he smiled. ‘Take my hand,’ I said, ‘and walk with me now And I will show you those things that proper music make.’ He put his small hand into mine and came with me. I didn’t know what to make of this, he trusted me. But I led him along, and as I did I pointed out Some of t...

you. yes, you. you're beautiful. now, now, i know what you're thinking. you're thinking, "what the hell? not really. i'm fat and i've got these weird zits and this isn't meant for me, this is for someone else." well, shut the hell up and sit the hell down and listen to my words.              you are fucking gorgeous.yes, you who have askew teeth. yes, you who are an inch shorter and thirty pounds heavier than average. yes, you who have oily, oily faces that are impossible to take care of. yes, you who's hair will never be tamed by a brush. yes, you who's two feet taller or a foot shorter than average. yes, you of non-firm abs. yes, you of ...

Perhaps the trees live so long because they have no idea how long they've been around. I stood with my wine glass and cigarette staring into the night as I heard the sound of fireworks, I wondered if the giant tree before me knew it was new years. There is nothing different from 11:59 to 12:00 yet we feel like it's a world away, because we judge many things in time, and we keep track of time in years.I sat hugging a pillow, watching a 4 month old baby sleeping during his dream-feed and I wondered if the baby knew it was a boy. There is nothing different from a boy baby and a girl baby yet we feel like we have to define them because we judg...

humans were made to run barefoot.we were made to climb mountains, fighting gravity and to fly across stony deserts and dangerous forests.we were not made for these, these bastardizations of heels and soles and     skin. humans were made to run barefoot, because we were always meant to leave traces of ourselves on everything we touched, every inch of the world that we would walk.we were always meant to take with us the scars left by the walls we would climb, the bruises left by the falls we would take, the hard skin and the instant familiarity left     by the paths we would forge     alone.so worry not. you were never meant to feel the ski...

this is not a love poem:this is not about me and how i hate the way realism tastes.this is about you.this is about how you are one too many shades arrogant, how nearly every night you try to forget that time has left you behind. this is about your laugh and the way it whispers "i can't remember what i was like before i became this." and, if i'm being honest, this is about how i will never see your too cocky for your own damn good grin that makes me go weak in the knees.this is about you and how you're not real and how i wish to god that i wasn't either.