Restless-Paradise

I just want to write something meaningful and true, but all that comes out of my pen is darkness that I don’t understand. I was born of light, you see. And darkness and light cannot abide together. This is why I wake in the middle of the night, after having dreams that only turn to nightmares when I open my eyes. My mind feels like it contains all the pain in the world but I know that’s nowhere near the truth. I know – you don’t have to wrinkle your nose or scoff at this one person’s musings. I just want my words to mean something. My deepest fear is that they don’t. Darkness has no comfort anymore Because

[UN]LIKELY It's unlikely we ever imagined such a thing as this It's unlikely we ever wanted to be left alone in this cold world It's unlikely we ever stopped to wonder how we affect one another in ways that are unseemly and   unrivaled It's unlikely we ever walked among a field of daises and daffodils because such things are unreal like   what we had and what we did and what we felt It's unlikely we ever loved It's likely we couldn't see eye to eye because of the pedestal I put you on It's likely we sought for things that never were and never would be and never could be It's likely we stood on corner streets am

     Bethany sat in the back of the van, tapping her feet impatiently on the floor and only half listening to what her sisters and mom were talking about. Instead, she watched the trees pass by ever so slowly. The ride from her house always seemed long but in reality, it took only a short eight minutes to get to the beach.     The air that came in through the windows made goose bumps rise on her bare arms and legs though it was a hot summer day in Zion, Illinois. The anticipation ate away at the eight-year-old girl. She was going to see Jordan. If only her mother would drive faster.       Stuck in a daydream, Bethany almost missed the s

Je t'adore mon cheri - In peices of silver - And glasses - of wine Our love is Reflected and Refracted Across the sun-bright courtyard - Where the Facade of our love Is carved deep in a stone - With lilies - roses Hopes and Dreams Blooming at the edge Where rock meets rich Earth

You're chasing Happiness. And I'm sorry, but I can't be a noun, especially when you're whispering adjectives in my ears. Lovely – Beautiful – Smart – Amazing. You can't form a noun with bunches of adjectives as if you were making wine from a bunch of grapes. That's why when I tell you what you mean to me, you're running off after Happiness again, and I'm left standing alone with misplaced feelings clinking to the ground around me. You're chasing Happiness. And I'm sorry, but you won't be able to find it in me. Maybe if I was an Olympic runner I'd be able to keep up with your pace, but you see, I tend to forget that before you,

Beautiful Raindrops Beautiful Raindrops Sliding down my windowpane I trace them with my finger Like he used to With my tears. The window’s fogging up From where my breath is caught. He used to whisper In my ear, where the sound Was captured in my heart. I hear the steady beating Of the rain on the rooftop. It reminds me of Where I used to lay my head, Of the pulsing of his heart. I can feel the tears That are running down my cheeks, Falling in my lap. Like the Beautiful Raindrops Falling from the sky. The storm rolls away Like the tires of his car, Taking him far from me. Beautiful Raindrops, Can they matter any

In His Mind She looked at Him so adoringly Like He was Her whole world The only thing that mattered Was Them, with His arm around Her And Her holding His other hand But in His mind, there were other things Things that were more important Things that needed His attention She lived Her life With Him in the center Letting Him convince Her to stay up late And miss school the next day She sacrificed Her friends And Her life before Him But in His mind, there were other things Things that were more important Things that needed His attention She watched Him succeed And put Her life to the side Like He needed Her to be free To be

Tenses They do not know   What she holds dear They do not see   What she is reaching for They do not hear   What she is screaming They cannot know   How many times she aches      For his arms around her They cannot see   How many times she leaves      The path they laid for her They cannot hear   How many times she cries      Because of what they said They will not know      About the note left under the bed They will not see      The suitcase that was packed They will not hear      The latch close on the door

Unglorified Field My descent from Glory was swift and devoid of thought I knew not that I had landed in the Unglorified Field Until I felt the Thorns of Folly beneath my feet Alone and desolate, my heart slowed its rapid beating til I felt it no more I began to think in that Unglorified Field I began to wander through the thickets and the brambles Wondering all the while at the pull I felt to this horrid place I began to search the shadows For what, I knew not Maybe for the reason I had fallen to this Unglorified Field Maybe for a companion that would explain the shrouded sky to me Maybe for a way back to Glory But I found no ans

It's been years and I'm still here. Recycling the same sentences. Stuck in the same words. Buried in a past that doesn't quite belong to me anymore. It's funny how with enough distance nothing ever looks real anymore. It's like the way I can stand four miles from the lakefront and can still see the horizon. Clashing blues and greens. A straight line of water against an even straighter line of sky. And that's it. It's everything and it's nothing and for a little while I can pretend I'm somewhere else. Somewhere new. That I can see an entire ocean sprawled out in front of me, instead of the dirty familiar waters of Lake Michigan. I've grown up