oxmoronic carrides

once i close my eyes
i can never know where i am
because i am constantly moving
and although i know the roads well
i dont know the feelings
of swerving turns
and slopes straights
but that is the beauty of this trip
that within the chaos
the conflicting voices and melodies
these familiar yet unfamiliar paths
i can finally focus
maybe we need to learn to block the
cacophony of living
to truly see ourselves
the solo
maybe we need the chaos...

sky blue skies

i never knew until now

how one person could see what i could not

i like how a chin curves

with sharp angles

a contradictory chin

or how green eyes glow

behind dark forest lashes

like emerald secrets

or when a smile can change

what you think of someone

when you look over

always wishing to stare

wishing to stare but willing yourself

to turn away

and leaving 

a flurried mind

and flashed eyes

why can't these beautiful things

be as free as 

sky blue skies?