She walked

As she walked up to him

For the first time in his life

He stopped worrying about tomorrow 

Ships

A ship at harbor has no stories to tell
But a ship that has been through storms,
Sailed into sunsets and sunrises
Passed islands unexplored
Crashed upon reefs and docked in great cities
Has many stories

Curve

The curve of her hips

Led down a road he had only imagined 

Her smile

Her smile 

Could so often ruin his day

That he prayed for it

Every morning 

Her nature

Such was the nature of her beauty

That when she cried

The birds stopped singing

And flowers bowed before her

Her beauty

And it was in those imperfections that she saw in herself

That he found the true nature of her beauty 

Her darkness

In her darkness

He found the light of his life 

Just keep looking

Just keep looking 

Close your eyes

Open your soul

Whisper in your own ear

What is it that I seek

Sometimes

Sometimes once upon a time

Can happen more than once in a lifetime 

As words

As words came to him

He released them

As his heart was filled

He emptied it to the world 

Both his Love and Dispair

He did not hold them in

But turned them out to the World

So that all who knew him

And those who did not

Could see his life 

Through his words 

Emptiness

Sometimes the emptiness you feel

Is waiting for you to fill it up with more of you 

If I knew

If I knew why

I could 

If I understood what

I could

If you explained how

I would 

Opportunity

One day, at a man's house 

Opportunity knocked

But the man did not answer the door

He cowered behind his fears

Behind his insecurities 

But Opportunity was stubborn

And continued to knock

Banging on his door

Kicking at it

Yet he still did not answer

Again

Knocking 

Pounding at his door

Shaking the hinges

Straining the frame

And still

He did not move

Finally

Opportunity crashed against the door 

Splintering wood

Testing the lock itself

And he moved

As the door rattled 

And frame bent

He timidly walked to the door

Put his hand on it 

And peered through the peephole

And he saw

He saw what it was 

And how good and beautiful it was 

He rushed to unlock the door

Removed the chain

And threw open the broken door

To nothing 

Lips and limbs

Hellbent

Sad songs

I like sad songs

I always have

It does not mean that I am a sad person

Just that I can empathize with the lyrics and emotions of the songs 

I typically write when I am sad or in a down mood

But I don't necessarily write sad things

I have written beautiful, positive things when I have felt at my lowest

I think it is because when we are down

We are more honest with ourselves, and

More in touch with our true emotions 

It is at those times that I just write what is in my heart

I write the words what are trying to escape from my fingers 

And I don't hold back or try to block any of it

I allow my heart and soul to take over

Maybe that means that when I am happy

Or content, as is my typical mood

That I am holding myself back 

Holding back my true emotions

Stifling my heart and soul

Why is that

Why do I, Why do we

Fear and stifle happiness and embrace sadness

Do I not feel worthy of this

Do I fear that opening myself to such positive feelings will leave me open to being hurt

I have never felt afraid to be happy

But deep down, do I fear it

I don't know

I like being happy

I don't consciously block happiness

This is not just a post of what I am thinking

It is a question for any who would read this

What do you think

What do you feel

2015.03.03

I may add to this later if I feel the urge

But please share you thoughts