Intel Visual Life - The Sartorialist

Such an inspiring video. What a passionate man.

#6

That sparkle in your eye

could lead me down the dark path.

Once so frightening and strange,

I walk with confidence from your light.

#5

Those eyes of yours, an everlasting ocean of blue.

The permanent creases welcoming a hello.

With no guard, I feel comfortable.

Free from judgement. Free from expectation.

Brand new with a familiar essence.

Words escape lips without hesitation.

Awkward pauses combined with careless eye contact.

The passion of newness escapes for all to see,

blossoming into a long-lasting bond.

Luxury of a Beach House

#4

Darkness falls upon us, twice as fast as Light.

Harder to Overcome. Harder to Avoid.

There will always be Darkness.

There will always be Light.

It is the strength and determination

within oneself to recognize the difference.

#3

I hate that I can't look into those big, blue eyes of yours.

I hate all the things you'll miss out on.

I hate these crying spells that randomly come upon me.

I hate that you're not here.

Only time can keep us apart; I'll be seeing you soon.

I miss your laugh.

I miss your unique accent.

I miss spending time with you on the back patio.

I miss the feel of your scruff when you kissed me goodbye.

Please keep me in your thoughts, buried deep in your heart.

I love the lessons you have left with me.

I love your stories that still bring people to tears, the laughing kind.

I love the picture I have of you in my mind.

I love that I had the pleasure of having you as my grandfather.

Always remember I'm looking down on you, and that I love you too.

#2

What Was Once Has Now Passed

I can see those looks you're sending me from across the crowded room.

Your charm is magnetic, but you already knew that.

What are you trying to do?

Even though I never said the words,

I'm sure you knew how I felt.

Neither of us did anything then and that's okay;

maybe it was never supposed to develop into anything.

I've accepted this idea, but when we're here... in this crowded room,

I can't help but think of the what ifs and why nots.

I wonder if you think the same; I will probably never know.

But with these familiar hellos and goodbyes,

we will continue in the growth of this

confusing/loving/simply complicated friendship because

what was once has now passed.

Summer Random

#1

The sky grows darker, air becomes crisper

Sharp jabs to the lungs

It's times like these you know you're alive.

The sand gets softer, the sun burns brighter

Warm tingles form on top of skin

It's times like these you want to be alive.

I think I am ready to share poems I have written. I am really nervous about letting other people see them since they expose some personal thoughts and feelings. I want to include a song or photograph with some of them that I think adds to the expression.

PROCLAIMER: I never said I was good, so please be gentle. ALSO they are not in order from when they were written and some are really old. I do not have titles for a majority of the poems, so I would love your input.