Grace is just a word
until you really
need it,
and
peace is just a sentiment,
until you
don’t have it.
Tag: language
Stress
Stress is like ocean water:
you either
harness its energy
to move beyond boundaries
or you
flounder, paralyzed,
beneath its enormity.
Why
We’ve never
just been
beings of
how,
but things
of why.
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XXII
I’ve been terrified
by things many
but nothing
has shaken me
like
how much
I love you.
Empty Words
Honey & Poetry
Firestone Friday: Poem XVIII
You speak
different languages
between
the morning
and
the night,
and I love
the way
my name
sounds
in every
single
one
of them.
(Happy Valentine’s Day.)
Growth
You either
grow
flowers
or
weeds,
and you only
have so much
water.
Movement
With a thousand poems,
I try to tell you
how I feel about you,
but, with every failed lyric,
it’s clearer that
my passion
can only be expressed
with movement.
On Fire
But how
can you
put fire
in my veins
and tell me
you don’t like
the smell
of smoke?
