Hyacinth Poetry

Some things Never change Only in a Sea swirling, Always moving Kind of way. Quiet evenings Hot air When I see Contentment Within reach. Watching clouds Caress a picturesque Mountain view Asking if they need Light As much as We do. Things do not Stay the same, But rather I have been here Ten thousand Times before Among Forest paisley, Ocean houndstooth.

I was not aware Poison Oak Was so severe. I remember Being a child In the lush Green Fields Of Wales. And crying over Stinging Nettle. It's barbed leaves Prickling my Untouched skin. But much like A scraped knee, With time comes The ability to Frown a little And walk on. Naively, I assumed Poison Oak Would be another Stinging Nettle in a life Of scraped knees. Until the moss carpeted, Secret keeping, Coastal forests Taught me To Heed their Poison warnings, From scar tissue, A

I was not a werewolf Until I met you You met me, bit me Tended to the bloodied wounds You gave me I heard you say look at that Red full moon Look at that red full moon Red full moon Red full moon Until all I could do was Look at that red full moon And when I came to you with matted fur You said it's just A lovers curse And when I grew claws You told me we would Make it work My teeth grew sharp Just like my words You said, "I see it hurts, it hurts; Just try a little harder To

I am always Falling For another Soul And should I be less Infatuate - Able? Perhaps, But in the fluttering Of hearts Is a beauty That remarks On the purpose we give To the world And fret not upon unrequited Daydreams, Pining does not take away from the flowing streams Colours shine a little brighter Even when I'm weak At the knees And I may be Too much for some Lacking dreams of others I may not be what you want, But I love the trees The pond, the bumblebees And my wants Shou

Yellow buttons in the field, I pour my heart onto paper, Vulnerable ink, worthless words, I make wishes on ancient streams, Never bold, only brave Who writes love letters these days? I only get so many words per day And I must put them all on the page- Unless I am to speak foolish thoughts to your face Dandelions are only weeds to sad suburban families Who don't climb trees Who writes love letters these days? "Your eyes bring me visions of the sea and sky, When your lips brus

Do you smell the redwood trees? Darling, love, baby, Take me to the beach Watch the sun set Rest your tired feet. Darling, love, baby, I am not whole anymore Live with me a little wounded And I will give you more and more. Darling, lover, baby, Inspiration comes in many forms I'm a painter, I'm a poet Who painted you so beautiful? Darling, lover, baby, They say the river heals all wounds I never say what I a thinking Unless only the forest listens. Darling, lover, baby, We kn

Close your eyes, Listen To your heartbeat I do not expect you to tune out your thoughts I think that is impossible, Or I would not write so much. Eyes closed I see A hearth, Old fashioned, The center of A well loved cottage. Stone mantle. Plaster walls. Leaded windows, You know, the ones with The pattern That forms diamonds? The fire In the hearth Burns hot, A home. Maybe it is peacefully quiet. Maybe music plays From the Thrifted Record player. Something old, Before our time

If you listen to their screams They speak Better than we do. And with all the time They spend watching From trees, Railing, Empty chairs, Which they are more deserving of Than the people This world was made for. And all that time watching, Don't you think the Stellar Jays know A little more about you Than you know about Yourself? If you cannot see Past their beady eyes Then I don't blame you, But it's a shame You'll never Look at the Stellar Jays Knowing they are One of many

In the spring And bugs crawl over me Reminding me One day I will be a corpse. It's not sad. It's beautiful, I think if anything, everything, Was forever We would forget to be grateful, Of course I am afraid The end comes too soon But I learn to face the sunny days And thank the bugs Only when the bugs eat my bones Will I rest, Until then I endeavor To love someone Every day Worship the sun Worship the moon Climb the ocean Swim every mountain range And kiss their perfect face.

I do this funny dance, Hummingbird Of honesty held in my hand, Gets eaten by a snake And my lips never move, saying things that do not match my brain Snakes can swallow anything whole - ostrich eggs and the earth And I am glad you cannot read my mind, it's dark in there, you'd lose your light Why are snakes a symbol of evil when they're just trying to survive? But I wish I could form my thoughts into sounds and say you are a perfect star in this violet - blue sky

Moments are so temporary I asked, once, for forever And I am glad to let it go I mourn in moments That I so easily Slip from every grasp It is never without Thorny cuts And scars meant to last. Your name sounds like Songbird music And you taught me how to Love And I always remember The small child I was; Every day has four seasons And my winter is harsh To everyone I want to let you in, My love I want to write your song: The world is not a cruel place Without human intention

Short and sweet Just how the summer Should be Fresh berries Stain Lips and fingers We lay on hot beach sand Clothes smell like Bonfire smoke September is coming Short and sweet, Just how I like it How it should be I will miss you When winter comes But seasons always End I would Rest in your lap All summer Kiss your neck, I prayer, Write our story until Semptember And ask if it's the end, We bathe in sunlight In my dreams And it feels So good On bare skin. These two poems were