August Poetree's

Its been a while since I've been here and even though you've gone through all my
Pages , I hope you still  read all the words.

I've found inspiration in crazy places.
Tucked behind corners.
Fallen behind bed frames.
In between couch pillows.
In between music's embrace
It's all the same to me.
I needed a way to express the way I felt inside.
I found some in green eyed hues
A muse I held on to for many moons.
I created masterpieces with his prescense.
I wrote pages and pages,
Filling them to the brim with emerald metaphors

I found some when I was fifteen.
Silly in love, he filled up my teenage woes
And my future naive heartbreak tales all belong to him
I've spent hours scribbling silly words
and making nonsense out of nothing.
But these words are my very existence.
You can trace them down to my very core.
Follow the trail to my heart and you'll find,
I've found love in the stoke of pens hitting
Notebook pages.
Infatuated with similes and metaphors
Writing down everything that my heart
Feels, and doesn't
But now I can't seem to find that love and passion.
Sometimes they are drunken thoughts;
Most are sober dreams.
But these words form on the tip of tongue,
Ready to be spit.
There is not room for love here.
Not in these notebooks.
Not in these thoughts.
And I am not sad, nor bitter
About the loss of will that I used to have for love,
For it has only grown my adoration for words and sound  even stronger.
Building this garden has not been easy,
But look how my tree's are growing.
The leaves are blooming beautifully,
And I am honored to call them mine
They taught themselves how to grow in the dark.
Yes, even in my darkness days,
They held on, even when I couldn't.
And look, as the sun makes is way back,
They are not phased.
And they remind me everyday, that even in
Those places of loneliness, and
Heartache, and neglect, and carelessness,
They will always remain true and faithful.
And I thank you.
I thank the inspiration i've received to make
These words believe in me.
And all I hope, is that I continue growing
Along with these poetrees.

Comments

  1. I saw you frequently in CU, it pains me so much I never had a conversation with you. I love how you express yourself, you do it better with pens and papers or this blog as it is.

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