september's poems, part three.

9.4.2015

kids saying words

they don't understand

without the knowledge

of meaning or definition

the powerful words

have little or no impact

someday they'll know

the meaning of words

and those words will

be spoken with hurt

not laughter

_______________

9.6.2015

cool crisp air

smells of pines

sounds of water

flowing down the

creek at rushed rates

red shoes

black sweater

tall friend

peaceful moments

exploring the world

around us

beauty of being

young

_______________

9.9.2015

pumpkin on my tongue

sun in my eyes

music in my ears

kids are screaming

behind me

all I can think is

how do they have
all of this

energy?

it's well beyond me

as I sit here

with my venti coffee

trying not to die

from the summer

heat in september

_______________

9.21.2015

what will become of now?

decisions we decide

form our paths

people we elect

drive our future

pollution we form

changes our environment

some think only in the moment

others focus on their future

a decade passes as

quick as

the seasons change

slowly and in

one blink

what will now be later?

_______________

9.28.2015

there's a crisp

in the afternoon breeze

gives me goosebumps

autumn in the air

orange leaves everywhere

blows my hair in

my face

while writing these

words

a magical feeling

makes me smile

joyful

capturing every

moment of the

best days

of every year

_______________

9.30.2015

I get lost

in a sea of

books

↟↟↟

thoughts that once

consumed my mind

are now not even

worth a dime

I look back and
wonder why

I gave too

much time

to thoughts

that were

not even

worth the crime

exhale.

lights fade to black

as the last word

spoken echoes around

the crowded theater

not a sound

can be heard

they are astonished

by the experience

they've witnessed

the actor last standing

waits for a reaction

holding his breath

while reminding himself

who he is

losing himself in the

characters he plays

is what drives him

not knowing who

he is helps him

in roles

molding his personality

to match the man

whose life quickly

become his own

having always been

a lost soul

finding a role he

admires or inspires

to be like helps

him grow

taking bits and pieces

from each character

to mold the person

he wants to become

whoever the hell

that may be

clapping bursts out

like loud thunder

heard all at once

loud strong

powerful

cheering crying

people recognizing

his talent

for liking and relating

to the character they

see on stage

lights come back up

they see this man

once again

the actor who moved them

his soul found a home

he is finding the person

he wants to become

one line at a time

exhale

9.24.2015

November 25th.

a day of reflection

a day of wondering

a day of hope

reflecting on what happened

on the day I was supposed

to come into this world

twenty two years ago

happened three months

too soon

the only thing I developed

early in life

was breathing life

before I was fully developed

marching to the beat

of my own drum

on my own path

that's different

than most ever experience

walking slow in this

fast pace life

being fully supported

to go at my own speed

wondering what my life

would be like

if today was my birthday

would I have been

dealt similar cards

I've had in

 my deck since

day one

would my soul be

any different

if I had never

stuttered

a day in my life

would I still look

at life through the

same perspective

I do now if I didn't

overcome everything

I have in the past

twenty two years

would I have

still have found

my voice through

writing if I had

a normal voice

hoping I will never

dwell any of the

thoughts above

having hope in myself

for who I am now

not for who I could have been

dreaming of my future

learning to accept

the difficulties

I face

realizing they

are apart of the

beautiful woman

I am becoming

I will make something

of myself

promising to create

beauty in the world

for the people

who inspire me
to remember everything
and write it all down

some who have lost

their lives too soon

happy three month birthday

blowing out imaginary candles

thankful for every breath

11.25.2015

recollection of another place in time.

jazzy piano music

takes me to another

time and place

a rainy morning

on a sunday in

new york city

bodies running into

tall buildings

to avoid the

down pour

smells of coffee

lingers in the air

a woman on the piano

the sounds of jazz

coming from her fingertips

it's beautiful

bringing comfort to

those who hear

the rain keeps falling

while the talk in

the room turns to the music

it's the only thing that

brings joy to this storm

I can feel the comfort

of those people

as I sit on a

sunday morning

sun is shining

leaves are changing

as the sounds of jazz

play in my ears

9.24.2015

eleven minutes

11:44pm

tuesday night

I can hear rain

falling and crickets

chirping into the

end of this day

my pen makes a noise

as my hand writes

these words

down on a page

in my notebook

filled with pieces

of work

few will see

with their own

idle eyes

breathing lightly

I sigh looking at

the time on my watch

still tuesday night

11:55pm

9.22.2015

september's poems, part two.

9.4.2015

I can feel fall in

the air
the crisp

is on the way

it's slightly cooler

which helps

moments like this make

me the happiest

wind passes my skin

this feeling runs

though my bones

it's intense yet

oh so beautiful

smells from a distant

campfire is the

last reminder of

the warm summer

days and bright sun

rain falls as blue

sky appears from

the gray clouds

the earth is clean

the earth is dying

it's all beautiful

_______________

9.11.2015

out of control chaos

kid are screaming

yelling jumping running

I cannot hear

my own thoughts

all I can feel

is a headache

about to come on

ice cream will not

help these kids

I'm sure

all it will do

is add extra

energy to the

already too

high level

they already have

adults don't have this

energy anymore

our childhood

took all of it

_______________

9.13.2015

september sunday morning

I watch through

half a sleep eyes

my mind only comprehending

the little things

bells ringing

candles burning

roses in the front

next to a wooden cross

we're in God's presence

as one or many might say

there is a calm in

in the air

content flows through

the sanctuary

the pastor is talking

her voice is soothing

in her hands

a tiny ship

may we all try to

stay afloat

or in my case

awake

_______________

9.30.2015

suck the bones dry

of the beautiful lies

they hide behind

their hollow souls

are nothing more

than dust on a

dirt summer road

wind blows

↟↟↟

my favorite sweater

smells as though

it was left on

an airplane

reminds me of

traveling

new places

and back home

inhaling

I smile

wondering

how this

came to be

from summer to autumn.

smells of cinnamon

floats in the breeze

reminding me of

burning candles at night

reflecting in the

dark windows 

no one around to

enjoying this

calming moment

only my cat and I

walking down the streets

crumpled green and yellow

speckled leaves blow off

the transitioning trees

children are laughing

on the playground

behind me gets drowned out

by burton norton in my ears

sun shines

breeze blows

autumn in the wind

butterflies in the air

flying ahead

black brown

white yellow

wings

keeping the remembrance

of summer alive

as the sun fades

behind gray clouds

9.22.2015

september sunday morning

she sits, her mind blank

little kids remind her

how grown she has

become since she was

their age

old people all around

they lived in a world

that's no longer present

oh the stories they

must have

the experiences

the moments that are
most important

to them

sometimes she wishes

the world wasn't filled

with technology or

fancy things

that people would talk

instead of text

that people would be judged

by who they are

and not the skin they have

sunday morning

beautiful singers are

upfront thanking God

for this life

focused faces are content

looking at them singing

she continues to sit

her mind is now wondering

about all the souls

and their stories on this

september sunday morning

9.20.2015

forgotten art of florence

wandering this world

full of chaos

one breath at a time

comfortable living in

the unknown

fear controls my soul

tuesday evening traffic

cars are honking

frustration all around

music is playing

I am not present

my body is on autopilot

while my mind is repeating

words that will be

forgotten before

I get a chance

to write

them down

the cd switches songs

as it blocks out

the negativity

of moody humans

waiting for the

crisp air in this

awful heat

clouds above do not help

only to block

us from the

never ending sky

sighing as I

forget another

phrase I meant

to write

inspiration always

happens when

I don't have

time to write

my potential poem

it'll be gone

by the next exit

reality of dreams

are often forgotten

before the chance

to be remembered

birds are flying by

as my inner self cries

that's just life

9.1.2015

september's poems, part one.

9.1.2015

the first of

september

beginning to the

end of summer

everything is 
still green 
with

summer heat

among us all

but at the end

of this month

a crisp will

have arrived as

well as the

start of autumn

the last day of

september

come soon

_______________

9.3.2015

Fall air has arrived

thanks to the evening rain

I sit in traffic

more backed up than normal

water can slow down cars

who knew?

Water droplets fall from

tree branches onto my car

reminding me why no one is moving

A thirty minute drive

now lasting more than

an hour

I sing badly along to

all the Lana Del Rey songs

I have

Perfect weather for

her music although

I constantly listen to her

Don't know what that

says about me

Another droplet hits

another song begins

still have yet to move

At least it feels like Fall

_______________

9.4.2015

the taste of 

pumpkin on

my tongue

it takes a

few sips for

my body to

remember

why I love

this drink

so much

friday morning

exhaustion is

all I feel

this latte does

not help it

only tastes good

black cat on the

wood floor looks

up at me

sometime cats truly

are the best company 

↟↟↟

autumn is gorgeous

but everything is dying

color leaves

brown tress

nature at it's finest

red orange yellow

_______________

9.11.2015

moments

change out lives

how we walk through life

security with others

today

fourteen years ago

the world we once knew

vanished in one

moment

lives were lost

family members didn't come home

trust was broken

today

we look back

at how our world changed

within a flashing

moment