Walking this morning,
the sun was shining like it always does
and there were clouds in the sky, like usual.
The bricks were that orange red with a little pink and
the trees had that same gray brown winter drear.
It was...normal. Normal and beautiful. Birds chirping like
normal, kids talking like
normal, us breathing like
normal. It was the usual everyday soft happiness,
the kind that creeps up from behind and whispers in your ear and causes
you to glow, to bask in the common and the regular, to
look up at the same shining sun and the same red orange bricks and hear
the same conversations echoing in your ears and think
I am glad. I am happy
and it is normal, usual, ordinary and
simple, a plain
happiness in just breathing and being and having my heart beating.
Happiness in the realization
that this is it. This is the here and now and my life
and that’s okay.
You are breathing like normal, our hearts are beating like
normal, we are being
like normal.
We are here, usual, ordinary and
walking on.
the sun was shining like it always does
and there were clouds in the sky, like usual.
The bricks were that orange red with a little pink and
the trees had that same gray brown winter drear.
It was...normal. Normal and beautiful. Birds chirping like
normal, kids talking like
normal, us breathing like
normal. It was the usual everyday soft happiness,
the kind that creeps up from behind and whispers in your ear and causes
you to glow, to bask in the common and the regular, to
look up at the same shining sun and the same red orange bricks and hear
the same conversations echoing in your ears and think
I am glad. I am happy
and it is normal, usual, ordinary and
simple, a plain
happiness in just breathing and being and having my heart beating.
Happiness in the realization
that this is it. This is the here and now and my life
and that’s okay.
You are breathing like normal, our hearts are beating like
normal, we are being
like normal.
We are here, usual, ordinary and
walking on.
- Last seen 2 days ago. Member since August 11, 2008.
- I'm a aventurine thought poet for 59 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "obsessed".
- I am a 19 year old girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm dreaming.
- I have 59 comments, 2 contests, 34 poems
Poems I'm focused on
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stormy night. tracing wood grains on the floor with tired eyes. on the walls, blue, deep blue and red, unmixed. the smell of something on t15 lines, 4 comments, October 13
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When I was a child
I thought that beyond the highway barriers37 lines, 1 comment, August 11, 2008
My Poetry
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Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I ran into you on the street. Would you forgive me? After all, I’ve killed you. The pages of the story named for you have more than a little of your blood. Would I know you at once? You1 lines, October 15
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Less than nothing, more than something,
I follow and I lead. Won’t you go with me? I26 lines, October 15 -
I used to think about the darkness, the
absence that must surely follow life, the25 lines, 3 comments, October 14
