The world is not a rubix cube pt 1 – unfinished

27 September 2016

(In honor of an “unfinished theme”, I am doing this instead of all of the physics and chem homework that I have:))

Also, this is a rough cut of some ideas that I have and I realize that it doesn’t really all go together but I just wanted to get it down.

Well we grew up

and left this place

traded in our masks

for our own face

You turned in your car

to take the train

while I packed my bags

to board the plane

You went east and I went west

we fell apart

anyone would have guessed

but now and then I’ll touch the stars

and laugh at all of these petty scars 

because out there where the world was clear

I knew that you were always near

my mothers says, now you look sad

I say it’s cause love was once a thing I had

but this world is just one big bouncy ball

for this war I would call a draw

the time passes and I’m still here

drowning in this tasteless beer

Because this world is not a rubix cube

I can’t just twist the sides

or rearrange the colors 

until we were eye to eye

This world is not a rubix cube

I can’t throw it in the air

pull off all the pieces

like I pulled out all my hair

This world is not a rubix cube

theres no beginning or no end

Maybe if this world was a rubix cube

I could be with you again

Your Eyes Were A Hike

19 September 2016

Disclaimer: Sorry that it has been so long since I posted last, even though their probably isn’t anyone reading these.

I was so used to the calming sea,

drawing only blue

surrounded by only ocean;

I had only ever looked into eyes

that reminded me of the sky;

Eyes that flew with the birds,

and swam with the fish;

Eyes that would cry when they were sad

or squint when they laughed;

I thought that eyes could only show me the world,

if they were a strong gust of wind

in a reflective sky

or a wave in a transparent ocean,

that chased me down the shore;

I thought that blue

were the only eyes

that I could fall into;

because they were the deep end

of a shallow world;

the wide expanse

of a small planet;

and it’s true that when I looked into your eyes

that I didn’t see the world as it was

in oceans

and seas

or lakes

and ponds;

as it was in my glass of water

and my tears

and the soft kiss of rain;


when I looked in your eyes

I saw the world as it was

in the trees

and the dirt

as it was in the ground

and through the air;

When I looked in your eyes

I saw the roots of the trees

anchored beneath the grass

spitting and swirling every which way;

I saw through the water

that they told me was blue,

when it really wasn’t;

and I saw the life

in its rugged beauty;

your eyes were a hike

through the mountains,

with my hands sifting through the rocks

and my skin plastered with the kind of sweat

that makes you feel alive;

your eyes were not the chaos of indigo

or the abstract of sapphire

they were the warm caress of coffee

and the soft sway of a ponytail

when I look into your eyes

I don’t feel the rain send a shiver down my spine

I feel my feet sink into the dirt almost as fast

as my heart into your hands.