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  1. sweet or musical; pleasant to hear

It was a typical Sunday morning as I sat outside and listened to the birds chirp their songs and the gentle breeze of fresh morning air pass on by. I pulled out my notebook and wrote poetry of these simple, yet beautiful things happening around me when my phone rang. Without hesitation I let go of my current thought and beautiful surroundings to go answer the phone for I surely knew who it was. As I went towards the phone the sounds of the morning became drowned out by the uproar of the ringing phone on the wall. When I got to the phone, I paused for a second, made a wish and picked up the phone. At first it was silence then her mellifluous voice came over the line.

“Hello, is this James?” She asked hesitantly to make sure she called back the right number.

“Yes, it is! How is it going Sarah?” I responded with a slight twinge of nervousness to my voice.

“Pretty good, James. You call?” She said sounding more pleasant than ever.

“Yeah, I did.” I said slowly to avoid the upcoming conversation I have spent the entire week dreading and planning out everything I was going to say.

“What’cha need?”

“Okay, here is my chance. It is either make it or break it. You got this, no need to be nervous!” I thought to myself as the silence on the line began to build.


“Uhh, yeah. I was wondering if you would… like to go on a date with me to the local diner down the street from us.” I said hesitantly.


For a moment I was torn between two dimensions: one where she says yes, we date, become more than friends and see where things go each of us content with not letting this moment slip; the other where she says no and I would always wonder what could’ve came if I waited just a bit longer, tried just a bit harder or just been a bit better.

“Yes.” Her mellifluous voice floods the line, my racing heart is calmed and my destiny is chosen: I for one couldn’t be happier.

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  1. In a state of trepidation or vibrant agitation; trembling; quivering


Drip, drop, drip, drop. The rain falls down the window. As I peer out the window, a storm brews outside. Even with the intensity building I couldn’t help feel a sensation of serenity, peace and calmness with the knowing of what ever happens, happens. I think back to days of yore of simpleness, of ease of mind, of calmness. Back in the days of just going from day to day without caring of the outcome, not searching for more but finding more all the time.

To think of a time of wonder and awe of finding no greater things in the wild as deer and rabbits and just wondering where they all came from. To be fine with sitting on the side of the creek fishing aimlessly for hours with nothing better to do. To be aquiver with excitement as me and my dog wander through the woods and find a new path we’ve never took before.

A strike of lightning brings me out of my daze. I go back to paying attention to the rain and storm around me and get back to work.

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Imagine being an ancient human without word, without language to talk to each other. Being madly in love with someone without a way to show your affection. Being sympathetic to someone without being able to say your condolences. Being extremely happy for someone without being able to say you were. Until one day you realize that for all of these things a pulse, a beat inside of you changes. Whenever you are madly in love with someone this internal beat quickens and trembles a bit inside of you. Whenever you are feeling emotions of sadness or sympathy your internal beat slows down into a dull throb. Whenever you are happy you’re internal beat increases in speed and continues with a steady beat. This beat you feel, you wonder if those around you feel it to. You come up with an idea.

One day you sit next to the person you admire so dearly as you are harvesting food. Slightly you start beating your chest to match your heartbeat. The person next to you looks at you confused at first and then slowly comes into recognition of what you are doing. They take their hand and start mimicking their own internal beat. At first you are scared of their tempo which was too slow to display the same affection but soon they quicken their tempo to yours. At this recognition you rejoice and start spreading your beat to other people as well. Soon the whole village is going around and sharing their internal beats to other people and sharing up at points all together to feel this internal beat together.

Imagine years later where this internal beat this internal form of communication evolved. Now to a place where you can share this feeling by incorporating different layers of melodies, of dynamics, of tempos to fully explain what you or what a group of you are feeling. Now a person can listen to your internal beat and know fully what you think and what you feel. If they agree they can be brought closer together at the sound of your internal beat.

Music is what brought us together.

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Song of the Sea

Looking over the water onto the sea, I think of memories that used to be. Memories that seem to be fading day to day like the tide of the ocean. Once in awhile the tide would be close and I would remember everything and others moments where the tide back and hidden in the fogs where I can slightly remember the feeling of long ago. When I realized one day that the tide grew further and further recessed in my mind, I pulled out a book and wrote of my time.

My time as a sailor on the sea where I sailed far and wide delivering supplies and necessities. I remember going from the city to city selling fresh fish, seashells and exports from other towns. The people I met were all nice and always unique in their own ways. What I would do to go back to those days out there on the sea. To smell the fresh breeze off of the salt water, to feel the rays of sun as I worked long and hard to maintain my ship. Alas those days are no more as I sit here and look at the shore.

I still fish every once in awhile. Whenever I get the strength to get up and limp down to the dock. As I got down there I would cast the line and watch the sailors prepare for their voyages across the sea, I wish I could join them. Or even see sailors get back from their expeditions and walk past with out paying any attention to me. Every time I feel slighted that I couldn’t do such as them anymore but then I remember that my time has came and gone. Now I just sit here and fantasize of what used to be as I listen to the song of the sea.


The Road Not Taken

In the yellow woods,

two roads diverge.

One well trotted,

the other untried.


Long have some stood,

trying to decide between.

Some took one,

some took the other.


Each laid equally as fair,

leading their own way into the distance.

I shall be telling this with a sigh,

that we regret our road not taken.



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Space Oddity

These stars remind me of a home I left a long time ago. As we float through out these celestial bodies I can’t help reminisce about the before times. Times before the end of life as we knew it and the beginning of something new. Before we had to leave.

Earth. A story that began billions of years ago and that only recently closed its final chapter. A whole lifespan of almost infinite amount of creatures dwelling Earth’s surface. From lizards to apes to birds, they and so many more all lived in what seemed to be perfect harmony. Little by little the planet became more and more fragile as humans lived upon its surface. Humans that lived in excess and didn’t realize the impact that they would have on future generations or didn’t care. The needs of the people got eclipsed by the wants of the people as factories, shops and roads were erected everywhere. At first this meant less beautiful scenery as forests became parking lots, beaches became storefronts and flowers were plucked to make room for roads. As the needs and wants of people grew and grew, nature diminished and diminished. Without that plant life things slowly became worse and worse as the planet gradually became hotter and hotter. The icecaps began to melt and water levels began to rise and rise. By the time we realized it was too late, we were in dire need of escape before we were engulfed by Earth. Instead of staying to try fix the problem, we solved the issue by leaving altogether. Leaving Earth on search for a new place to settle and live, a new place to create and build what we never thought to be possible, a new place to call home.

For now I look out of my window at the stars for my own hope. Hope that one day we will find a new place to call home. For now I look out of my window at the stars for my own inspiration. Inspiration that will lead me to an overall better day and an overall better future. I look to the stars to remember Earth, my first home.



Never Stood A Chance

Through the hills and valleys.

I never stood a chance.

Through despair and agony.

I never stood a chance.


The hardships I faced.

The battles I charged.

The mercy I was shown.

The charity I showed.

All for naught.


In the coldest winter days,

I remained hopeful of warmth.

In the hottest summer days,

I remained hopeful of coldness.

I remained hopeful in doubt.


“I never stood a chance did I?”


“That’s the sad part – you did once.”

From the hills and the valleys

You journeyed.

From the despair and agony

You journeyed.

The chances you took and spared.


The hardships you faced.

The battles you charged.

The mercy you were shown.

The charity you showed.

All for the next chance to do it again.


In the coldest winter days,

I remained hopeful of you.

In the hottest summer days,

I remained hopeful of you.

I remained hopeful in doubt.


Now from doubt you come.

Doubt of if this was all worth it,

Doubt that you have the strength to continue,

Doubt that tomorrow will come.


The Rain

Rain pours

Down the street

To the drains

With majestic powers


It rains for what seems to be hours

I just sat watched and listened

As the rain off the ground glistened

Moonlight cascaded over each drop


“Maybe it won’t ever stop”

I thought while looking out the window

I was whisked away just to where the wind goes

Hypnotized, I put on my shoes with hesitation


Went down the stairs, with no cares

Walked out the door into the storm

Letting myself get engulfed

Soaking from head to toe.


No one would ever know

How I felt, out in the pouring rain

Or what was even on my brain


I felt free.

I felt the worst.

I felt hope.

That some day the rain, will go away.


The Other Half (Poetry)

On a search

A search for the other half

Where does he go

Where does she go


Travel across the globe

Looking for each other

Reaching for her

Reaching for him


Get closer and closer

Except never meeting

Parallel to her

Parallel to him


Their paths cross

The stars collide

Glowing for her

Glowing for him


They light the way

Towards a brighter future

For her

For him


They divide

To create new journeys

For their sons

For their daughters


They grow old

Their light fades

Fading for her

Fading for him


They look into the past

When the unimaginable happened

For him

For her


They loved.

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The Other Half (Short Story)

Walking this earth on a search, search of the other half. A half that was created from my rib at the beginning of time and left to wander this Earth alone. Leaving me feeling empty, hallow inside. Both created of purpose but lost by the separation of land and time. We wander now and for eternity as we search out for each other, even though we would never know if we found each other.

By pure chance a day comes where we meet and bond. We become friends, talking to each other about our problems and our days. Out of this entire universe we meet, when the slightest alteration in the fabric of space could of torn us apart. I would say it was destiny, but it was something more than that. Space and time bended to make our fabrics collide and stitch together. Something I’m still in awe about.

Oh how different life could’ve been if a leave fell in the wrong spot or I could’ve stepped in the wrong direction. We would’ve never met and this empty hole would still be a void to this day. We would eventually find suitable counterparts but it would never been the same. Each not fitting correctly and flush like me for you. We would learn to live with the differences. We would love the other part like we would’ve loved each other.

Then, again what a beautiful thing that life would move in a direction away from perfection. To find love that doesn’t fit, that isn’t perfect, that has its flaws. To love the other person no matter their imperfections and for them to love us the same. Love has its way to shape us to better people, to teach us valuable lessons we wouldn’t have learned on our own and to humble us in our imperfections. Love is not perfect, but it is strong enough to survive the divide.

I’ve always wondered what leads people to cheating. Do they not realize how painful it is to the other half, to be led into a sense of false security and to have all sense of trust broken in an instant. I’m not in a place to judge because I’m not perfect, no one is. But what is the worth of a love that cannot last through temptation and divide. It can be painful to end a relationship with someone you knew for a long time. But it can be infinitely more painful to be caught being unfaithful as both hearts break and love leaves altogether. Leaving the room empty and void of all connections of what this universe worked so hard to create.

The universe has lead me blindly. I followed because I knew eventually it would lead me to friends, family and relationships I would never have thought to have. I followed because I knew their would be no other way to go. I followed because I knew it lead to you.