She cuts through the threads of time with golden shears
reaching past the insignificant
the dull and monotonous
to pluck out her favorite moments.

Around her, you see she's framed them.
Each hung upon her wall
with care to preserve the memories.

All are glimmering or thrumming with darkness
according to their subject matter.
Each with its own significance.
And when it's an immortal judging a moment's worth
you know it must carry weight to deserve such preservation.

On the wall you find quite a variety of scenes.
Some that you expect to see
such as the creations of worlds
and a couple destructions thereof.
But there are others too.
Smaller, focused clips
of fingers intertwined,
smiles and laughter,
single blooms from dry soil,
a furry paw upon a cheek.

If you could ask her about them,
she'd tell you story upon story
as there are countless frames upon her walls.
But this is only a glimpse.
You can only marvel
from your own frame,
and wonder at your significance
in the mind of this all-powerful being.

Like the trees
I'm reaching ever higher.

I look towards the brilliant sun
and the sky beyond,
and know that even trapped within this gravity
I can become more than I am now.
I can transcend any boundary that's placed in my way.

Though barkless and rootless,
I still grow
and expand my understanding.
​
Through knowledge and action
I become more than I am.

When that adrenalin pump inside
your chest has run its marathon,
the aftermath is sluggish.
Your eyes dim and limbs drag.
And amidst all
the hype you
just want
​sleep.

Amidst the endless scrolling screens
as pictures flash and flicker,
pinpoints of hope draw the eye
amidst vortexes of anger, fear, and hate.

Never be ashamed for seeking out some positivity,
especially when the world seems all wrong.
Whether it's cat videos or fangirling,
we all need light to brighten those difficult days.

There is always beauty
humbly waiting
for your eyes to seek it out.

Beneath the pitter-patter of raindrops
and the sing-song chitter of the birds

amidst the rustle of leaves in the breeze
and the shhhh of receding tides

quieter than silent paws
and insect buzzing

there is a soft voiceless chorus
leaking from the chasms and cracks of the earth.

It has no language or words
nor is it a song exactly.
It is the tune that encompasses everything we are
and all that has or will ever live upon this planet.
It is she whose movement and heat bring us life.

She is earth.
And she is singing.

Won't you listen?

Please don't leave. I can't stand the idea
of empty space replacing you.
You are so perfectly you
in a dull world filled with
innumerable
forgeries and
copies. Please
don't fade.
​Stay.

What do you do
when your mind is blanker than the page in front of you
but you've set yourself a deadline?

Well, if no fantastical creatures
are spilling out of your fingertips today,
I guess it's time to write another piece on writer's block.

That terrible travesty wrapped in frozen thought
turning your brain into an evil popsicle
that's going to mock you
until you find a way to thaw it out.

I'm currently trying basic friction.
If I type enough words onto the paper
it'll disappear in the heat
of keys being pressed over and over again.
That's how physics works, right?
For now, humor me
and just smile and nod, please.

I'm doing all I can here.
So if you actually made it to the end of this
congrats!
This was a steaming pile of random rambling
but at least it's something.
Which means, I win!

Every moment that passes
is a step towards something new.
There'll be both good and bad along the way
and stuff far more undefined,
but it's your journey.
So why not enjoy it
​while it lasts?

Sleep gently tugs down
making drooping eyelids heavier.

I'm sure you've got other things you want to be doing.
Projects and goals you've set.
But what you want right now
doesn't really factor in.

Your soul is drained from another long day
and your body's not far behind.

So why don't you just give in this time
and not spend the next hour drifting
from dosing off to wakefulness again and again.
Let sleep whisk you away
​to a new world inside your head.

Summer heat
pulls the words from me.

They drip from my fingertips
and puddle
unusable
at my feet.

There's only so much I can fight
when it comes to dehydration
and 110+ degree weather.

It's a miracle
I'm writing this at all
and not passed out
on my couch.