I can see many hidden sights,
tucked into the Earth,
trying their best
not to be found.
But I find them,
it's what gives me those sparse moments
of a serene mind to relieve me through the day.
I can see them,
though they may be simple.
It's a pleasure to see
the treasures the universe has spent
it's heavily occupied moments to create,
what I believe,
just for me.
Seeing spots of sunshine
sway in corners of the room
I didn't know it could reach.
Sitting in my room
where the light can't settle or
strain my eyes.
It's such a beautiful feeling
to step outside
and feel a cool rush of wind
sweep past my ears.
To take a deep breath in
and feel the air cut by autumn chills
and being able to smell
the grass that has begun to fade.
Or when the leaves are blowing so hard,
their brustle could be mistaken
for the crashing waves
on an August beach
during a hot spell
on the East Coast.
But the moving air
that send goosebumps running up my shoulders,
past my neck,
and drips down my back like a thick sweat,
can always bring me back
to the present.
Little pieces of silver lint
floating down
sure to belong to an angle
that I can only see
when clean light filters through.
Catching people making eye contact
and smiling at each other
from opposite sides of the room,
sitting several feet away from one another
with only particles of dust
dancing between them.
The small things that find me pink in the cheeks
A smile in my chest
A note to live another day, a sign I take it.
The moments I can think bearable
I can see them
Maybe just for a glimpse
But for as long as they let me
They'll save me.
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Words from a Dishonest Poet
PoetryWelcome to my story, my quaint book of poetry. Look inside for many rhymes of fire, cocaine, and even a little bit of truth at times. There is no plot to follow, or any lengthy narrative to swallow. Just a short collection and tidbits of my mind'...