" the road less travelled"... Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
She has moved on
She has learned to calm herself
Since you left her devastated
She does not need to find herself
She was never lost
She just needs to freed herself
From your prison she always loves
She has moved on
But she does not forget about you
You were her sweetest what-if
You are her sweetest thoughts
My first poetry reading @viva_tacoland! (almost thought I'd cry there for a second when reading a piece about my great grandfather,
"Hijo de la Revolución") I've been writing for quite some time now, but there's nothing quite like sharing your work in this way--and especially when among such a welcoming community of writers. Excited for the rest of @sa_geminiink's Writer's Conference this weekend! #poetry#local#geminiink#writersconference2017
Just thought this would be a great view tonight.📷 And a lovely poem hope you enjoy!
She walks slowly...
She looks intently at whats her eye's, mind and heart feel, meaningful... She say's they are
But are unknown to me.
What's she feels...
But is unclear.
Yet she say's...
I will find what i am longing to be.
The women i choose to be.
Lovely she say's to the shade of gray...
Hopefully you'll be something eloquent one day to me.
❃July 21, 2017❃
engulfed by sheets
a single ray of sunlight
says good morning
in front of the other
hands of ice
thawing with the help
of swirling coffee
melodies twirling through the air
in the form of birds
the earth says hello
are you there?
too full, too loud
it starts from
tracing old wood
covered in dirt and pollen,
spreads to the throat
a hum escapes
a fire is felt behind the eyes
I am here
I am here .
“Find someone who loves you well. Someone who never belittles you. Even in the heat of an argument. Someone who is gentle with you, but does not treat you like you are fragile. Someone who knows what you are capable of, and celebrates those pieces of you. Not someone who is intimidated by your strength. Someone who doesn’t make you feel guilty for being flawed. It is not love’s job to punish you. And remember the person you love is just as broken as you are when they fall short. No one is perfect – do not hold them to this standard. Find someone who is patient, forgiving, and apologetic. Someone who practices forgiveness freely and often. Love someone who is humble, kind, and empathetic. Not only with you, but with a beggar on the street, or a stranger in the supermarket. Common courtesy is important. Compassion is important. Kindness is important.”
— Unknown (via wnq-writers)