Enough

That face which haunts my brightest dreams
of shining light and things to be
That hand which guides my wandering feet
down winding paths, past closing doors
That voice which beckons silently,
through all my years it calls to me
Those arms which wait and promise love
beyond the gates flung open wide
All these I long to see and hear
and touch and know above all else...

...but until then
I have
Enough.

The Lonely Angel

This is a new poem, fresh, never before seen by human eyes!

...other than my own, of course... *awkward cough*

I wrote it just this morning, 5:50 a.m. Why am I up before 6 writing poetry, you ask? Because I Can.

enjoy.


The lonely, wandering Angel
straining for the light
The darkness gathers round us all
with only you to fight
Closer, nearer , creeping in
your seconds growing few-
one thousand ways to save the world,
but who’ll save you?

Bill Murray + Poetry Reading = Epic Win

Hey! I'm finally making a post! And it's my first blog post with video too. Anyways...I found out about this video on EW.com, and it's a fun little thing where Bill Murray reads poetry to (and hangs out with) the construction workers that built the new home for Poets House, which according to Wikipedia is "a national literary center and poetry library based in New York City." Now I want to go there, since it's free and whatnot. :) Thought y'all might like this, since it's related to poetry, and I don't quite have an original poem to share at the moment. :D