Collection of Poems (Year 1)

Nothing better than withering photographs (quite literally)

Fleeting moments
Though they are unable to defy gravity
And all perish like ink brushing against the not-so-endless sheet of paper
But everything lasts for only so long before it's disposed

Still, we embrace these ephemeral times of utter bliss
Because "if this isn't nice, what is?"
You stumble on them on a day to day basis
Maybe even every couple of seconds

But just those fractions of your life
May be the happiest you've been in a long time
So you try to paint a picture in the back of your mind
Wherever you were, whoever you were with
An object or person who makes you smile
Maybe in a dainty or whimsical environment

Compress it all with one sustaining squint
Just hoping the feeling won't flash in the blink of an eye
But hope can be utilized in a deceptive way as well
Either way we choose to bury our pasts behind us
Or let it drive our future to new heights

You may be craving these moments again
On a somber pouring day with the wind howling ferociously against the walls
As your lips collide against the rim of the mug, warmth slides down your esophagus
Your lips curl into a beautiful and gorgeous smile
And even just for a while, you feel at home