Regress
~
And there is always a moment
where stinging regrets
find a way to the tongue
where our sourness sprung
out of memories past
that we sadly recalled,
like a ghost in the night
we refuse to let go
and we crawl and we crawl
back to darkness-
–
H.O
March 2019
“Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, “It might have been.”
― Kurt Vonnegut
How Sudden
~
And how sudden, this shifting of things
leaves me hanging on the edge of life,
tomorrow becomes today
and nothing, nothing will stay
stuck between passing dreams
inflamed by moments of hope.
And how I dream! I truly did
sprinkle stardust around
and believed was meant to fly
‘til my wings never found.
Where do I go now from here?
Everything taken I took,
everything stolen, a look
I painted across, a kiss, a touch,
the earnest words disappeared
between my fingers now lost.
And how sudden, this shifting of life
leaves me hanging on the edge of things.
–
H.O
February 2019
“Two years in a child’s life is the distance between stars.”
― Nancy Horan, Loving Frank
“It’s lost time that matters – the time between time – the moments when you forget time and life just happens.”
― Chloe Thurlow, Katie in Love
To Find Me
~
I find me
lost, sometimes far so far
my guide a single solitary star.
I find me
alone, in quiet hush of voice
a life detached becomes a choice.
I find me
alive, in days where my defeats
will pace my heart in quiet beats.
I find me
here, the place I choose to be
embracing all not meant for me.
I find me
then, looking becomes my way
to not find yesterday but today.
–
H.O
February 2019
“Somehow, we’ll find it. The balance between whom we wish to be and whom we need to be. But for now, we simply have to be satisfied with who we are.”
― Brandon Sanderson, The Hero of Ages
Colors
~
Can you see the colors in my words?
My fingers smudging luminous schemes
across the paper,
drawn shades of red adorning passion
escaping ruby lips and captured in stanzas
to sing in nights when dreams
are not enough.
Painted blue of oceans and skies
soothing my restless heart
lost in memories of bluest eyes
where I swam in deepest waters.
Luscious valleys under a yellow sun
basting life on endless expressions
suffocating my need to depart
this flesh I carefully tender.
But words in black for love lost
still elegant in my quiet surrender
to the passing of things
while happiness I carelessly tossed
in shades or orange
across a fascination that life brings
at the end of my days,
where I’m learning to embellish
the strange contour of unfamiliar words
with the color of life arrays
before I perish.
Can you see the color in my words?
–
H.O
February 2019
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
― Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds
Falling Leaves
~
We fall like leaves touched by winter
chasing summery dreams,
sliding on fleeting illusions of love
and life among other things.
We glide with grace
towards the comforting ground
accepting a passing of seasons.
And in the midst of our fall
sometimes we question the reasons
for whatever is we found,
tempting our will to embrace
and hold on to eternal summer
as we helplessly fall
like leaves touched by winter-
–
H.O
December 2018
“Hair is gray and the firers are burning. So many dreams on the shelf. You say I wanted you to be proud of me. I always wanted that myself.”
― Tori Amos
Shine
~
Don’t ground yourself too hard
take time to dream
to travel far,
and let your love arise
across the bluest skies
transcending who you are,
a creature made of light
steady shining bright
above the brightest star-
–
H.O
December 2018
“And as she ripens,
She radiates happiness and serenity,
She glows like the summer sun,
And she generously leaves a trace of shine behind,
For those who have none”
― Charmaine J Forde
A Decay of Dreams
~
Oh, my days slowly pass in a haze
in a bud encompassing my dreams
that may sprout late in spring-
And this cycle of life
pulls me hard like a string
that may break any moment
while the wheels faster spin
in a fruitless pursuit.
I just want to reboot,
to transform into something anew
where my dreams are not stale
and this heart not as frail
as it lately has been.
Where my life flows in pace
without needing to chase
after leftover dreams-
–
H.O
November 2018
“Harmony makes small things grow. Lack of it makes big things decay.”
― Sallust
