To say that it is a little kichy
would be an understatement
but despite all of the tourists,
and all the overpriced shops,
and all the family bikes,
is the land
and the land is perfect,
an idealic world
of unspoiled beauty
still there to be viewed
and possessed for a moment,
so long as you stay out of town.
Day: July 24, 2010
Pike’s Peak
poetryLooming on the horizon,
amongst and apart of the clouds;
immensity.
Dwarfing all those around it,
standing 14,110 feet above the world,
yet diminished and obscured
only by the slight twitch
of my lounging foot,
conquered by my nonchalance.
Striving and trying to be cool never worked for me anyways
poetrySo I’ll stop it all right here
And admit to myself
That i’ll never be cool,
That I’ll never be loved,
That I’ll never be that guy;
And instead gladly settle
To be myself,
To love myself,
To be cool with myself.
i’d write of trees but today (despite their beauty) i’m more intrigued by humanity and how we live with all it’s curious flaws
poetryyesterday a girl attempted to jump from the 7th floor
to make her fiance eternally regretful of his decision
to cheat shortly before their wedding
and i found my daily time of considering death
has not yet prepared me to stare it in the face
and i found my life experience
has not yet prepared me to sit on the cold floor
next to this crying woman and try to understand
the sieve and the sand 