Cliche writes.

Waterfall

How lucky you are

To flow easily past obstacles 

The small and the large.

Waterfall 

Do not play coy 

Whats it like to be beautiful

Even when you destroy?

Waterfall

How lucky you've been 

To exist as a threat 

But still draw us in  

Waterfall

Will you teach me your ways?

How to freeze in the winter?

And remain until May?

Waterfall

How do you do it?

You remain through it all

How do you get through it?

Waterfall 

I must bid thee adou

I hope I can learn 

To not wish to be you.

.K SG C.

The You's.

I thought about You again. 

I thought about the You I had years ago and the You I hope to find in the years to come. 

I thought about what You looked like, what I looked like, what we might have looked like together.  

I thought about You.  

I thought about the words I had never been able to find until you carefully, but unshakabley found me. 

 

I thought about the slight curve of your jaw where my hands found direction and the place on my knee where your hands found safety. 

I also think about what you'll look like, what I'll look like, what we might look like together.

I think about you. 

I think about what your nervous laugh will sound like, and the words we'll exchange at 2:43 in the morning when we can't sleep and you can't get the ending of the movie we had just seen out of your head. 

I thought about your sheets. 

The smell of your arms intertwined into the soft cotton promise of tomorrow morning.

I also think about what your sheets will look like.

I think about what the wrinkles will mean and the stories that will be forever scribed into the canvas that will be our sheets. 

I think about what you were.

The indecision you often faced, your fluctuating emotions, your unpredictable presence. 

I thought about your reasons, the Her that you wanted me to be, and the way in which you guarded my fears.. 

I think about what You might be. 

I think about the demons you encounter, the Her you'll be running from, and the fears you'll have in me. 

I think about where you're escaping to and what you're looking to find. I think about the parts of life you'll write and the parts of life you'll leave behind.

I thought of You again. 

Of You in nostalgia, and You in hope.

Between your memory and your potential, I found myself torn.

I thought about the You that was, and the you that will be.

I thought about You again, damn it.

And I don't know which I'm waiting for.

.K SG C.

The dream contents

Here's the story

Of where you're headed

The action of

Adventure

As the lead instrument 

Mind and matter

Climbing a stairway to

The future

The clouds remain sideways

Mountain peaks rise with the winds

She turned her back on the

Great divide

Taking a chance on what

Lies inside

When all your time flies away

And the world is visible in color

And the life and death of pressures

In the midst of powers unknown

Are eclipsed by the fire of memory

And heart and life unshakeable 

Everything in the air will be

Ambivalent and alive

Much like what exists within us

All of us

It Will always guide us

Home.

.K SG C.

The space between.

You believed in the potential

You believed in your mind

You believed in the feeling

That sparks from coming back

Then you get high off leaving

You believed in the before 

You believed in the race

Always catching up to me 

Set on my capture

When your intention was never to keep me

You never believed in the after

You believed in yourself

You believed in what you want

You were out for you alone 

Attent to your own need

You never believed in it at all 

You never believed in me.

.K SG C.

11:14

I'm sorry

That the questions you have 

Dwell in the answers

I don't.

.K SG C.

Things you might.

I couldn't help but wonder

If you ever do things 

You later regret

Because you thought of 

Me again

And you wanted to forget 

I couldn't help but question 

If the shadows under your eyes

Were really

From the paper you forgot to write

Or if

I crept into your head again

And my memory was too bright

I'd be lying if I said

I didn't think from time to time 

About the day she does something 

I used to 

And you'll see me in her eyes

And the look you'll give her

As you try to 

Pretend

That you were happy where you stood

When all you could

Think about

Was the part of you that would 

Do countless things

You'd later regret 

If only for that moment 

I was standing in her shoes

But am I any better

As I sit here 

And wonder

About all the things you might 

When you may not even 

Wonder  

If you're still in everything

I write.

.K SG C.

The Weight of Your Heart.

Your heart was a universe

An unknown abyss 

Mystified and enamored

I succumbed to my curiousness 

Your heart was a universe 

Mysterious and ferocious 

I greedily wanted the moon

Ignoring the dark amongst it

Your heart became my universe

Fixed on the vastness I'll never know

Obsessed with it's secrets guarded

By your galaxies imminent glow

Your heart consumed my universe

My thoughts, my drive, my all

I gave into your gravity

I have become the fall.

.K SG C.

The Clearing

Wednesday I woke up, in a bit of a "daze" from my previous night activities.  The daze cleared and after not more than a moment, I got out of my bed and began to adhere to my sudden desire to just GO.  I didn't really know where, or why, but I wanted to GO.  It was an odd sensation to say the least, but I trusted my gut.  In record time, I slipped into some travelling clothes, applied my purple lipstick, threw on my trusty converse and began to pack a bag.  Art stuff/writing material/reading material, a blanket, and some chex mix were to be my instruments of adventure and they fit nicely into my backpack.  With water bottle in hand, phone off and mind made up I strolled outside and began to walk.  The funny thing about it all is as soon as I walked outside, I realized I had never really become intimate with the city in which I had dwelled for the last two years.  By that I mean I had never explored it, never sought out understanding it, never desired to know about the hidden places, coves, and potential adventures that Corvallis could hold.  I had just never thought it to be necessary.  But as I find my time here dwindling down, I found that the time frame in which I could really know this city for what it could be was also expiring.  I looked towards the rolling hills on the outside of Corvallis, and began to GO.  With nothing but the company of my surroundings and my own motivation to go, I started off towards these hills in which I wanted to know.  I encourage you to take advantage of your surroundings, stay unplugged from the cyber world, and just go towards discovery. The adventure that transpires is enlightening and entirely rejuvenating.  And *big shocker* I wrote poetry about it.  As well as attached pictures for those that need some visual guidance.  Enjoy.

The Clearing

I didn't know where I was going

Or where I would stop,

Perhaps amongst the daisies

Or at the mountain top  

I was asked "Do you know where you going?"

I said, "Not I, or anyone does,"

But I knew that I would know

When I reached wherever it was

So off I went right then,

with no time to think twice,

I went out the door not looking back

Searching for alive

I simply sought out space,

Where I could listen to the sky's sound,

I shortly did discover

that that space is all around

The tall grass waved as I passed

the trees seemed to reach out,

I marveled at the warmth

This was what its about.

The wind wrapped me in her arms,

As the birds narrate,

I felt so attuned

To this place I habitate

I came to many crossroads,

I faced many forks,

I cared not which way I took

Any adventure works

It started with a hunger

To break from the confined,

Then transformed to a need

To leave it all behind

Whether it was inspiration

Or a craving for life,

I can't say what sparked it

This desire to merely thrive

I suppose I couldn't take it 

The perpetual choice to stay in,

My mind was now looking for vacancies

In an outdoor haven

I basked in my adventure

I waded in its wake,

who knew that no direction,

was the best choice I could make?

And this lack of direction,

this trust in my path

brought me great perspective 

to my daily track

I searched for a clearing

One just out of the way,

Where I could lay against the earth

And just bathe in the day

I came to many options,

At each I'd think, "I'm set."

But shortly after, I'd feel a pull

telling me, "you're not there yet."

So I continued on,

with the road strongly holding up my feet,

I breathed in my space,

And smiled at those who passed me.

At last I approached an opening,

The clearing I envisioned,

A bond soon grew between us

I had made my decision

I planted myself along the grass,

I greeted all the flowers,

I took my shoes off briskly

And planned my next few hours

I certainly felt a grace,

An unparalleled peace,

But a disappointment sat in

As I looked up to the trees.

I had estimated a satisfaction

would arrive in toppling force,

but I sat there unresolved

Waiting for there to be more.

I looked out at my view,

A beautiful one I knew,

As I lingered in its presence,

An understanding grew

I made up my mind that morning,

I chose to get out of my spot,

I had acted on this notion,

And just LOOK at this beautiful place I got

I had re-awoken the flame

That adventure can be,

And that burning desire to GO

Should have been enough for me

But I was driven further,

Stumbling into bliss,

The JOURNEY was what made up

The moment that was this.

So I stopped my line of thinking,

I knew I needed to quit

Always looking for the next thing

and asking "this is it?"

Because I acted on a now,

A present whim I fostered

I hadn't a plan for a "next step"

leaving the future un-bothered

And in doing that I preserved

The ability to enjoy now

Omitting the stress of the future,

 No why's, where's or hows

So as I did before,

I lived in the moment,

I wrote and loved and reflected

On what this journey alone meant

Because though I was alone,

the one witness to the day,

there were so many others

that made my journey this way

The smiles from those passing,

The earth in all her glory,

Were with me the whole time

Helping me write this story

I really don't know where I'm going,

And I can say I really don't care

Because where you get to is only as relevant

As the journey that got you there.

.K SG C.

Get out today.  Destination is good for the mind, journey is good for the soul.