At 2:09

“At 2:09

how else but fine

be the word in which I sign

to describe the vine

on which grows to entwine

each and every kind

moment within time?

How do I pluck within my mind

the places you claim love to hide?

It is the you that, if you choose, must look and find,

at 2:09,

these minutes to refine.

You will see just how sweet life is when in line.”

 

As a way to mellow out my mind I grind the backward thoughts and push them behind.

 

This poem was written on August 9th, 2014 at 2:12pm.
2:09 by Vannathan Hugh is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.

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We Are So Far Away

” We are so far away

From the way

In which I find

A perfect path

To travel by.

Greenery be

Thy lovely scene

To decorate my memory shy.

Shy from worlds

Run wrought with Linguist’s dye.

Yes, shy from space

Filled with weathered atoms.

My dear friend,

I have found, too,

That a painting previously painted

Is one not meant for you.

A canvas clear and tangible

Is all around.

Take up your lungs and

Exhale colours

Vividly breathing anew.

For you

And I

We’re two

Of a kind.

Unyielding,

As you wish.

Distrusting,

Already done.

This one time is a place all our own.

It’s a place bred and alone.

Matchmaking the creations

Kept secret between hearts.

‘Tis a shame

That which hides such a fame

Be an elation

Such as art.”

This poem was written on July 21st, 2014 at 9:16pm.

We Are So Far Away by Vannathan Hugh is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.

When the Clouds Fall as Rain

When the clouds fall as rain,

I see the day differently.

When the clouds fall as rain,
I pretend I can fly through
the fast falling raindrops and ask
“Why?”.

When the clouds fall as rain,

I think I know all the answers to every question.

When the clouds fall as rain,
I think I can create all solutions.

When the clouds fall as rain,
I see the day differently.

When the clouds fall as rain,
I remember what it is that clouds do.

When the clouds fall as rain,
I remember that they are spongy nomads.

When the clouds fall as rain,
I try to imagine what it’d be like to live in the sky.

When the clouds fall as rain,
I picture what the ground looks like from so high up.
What do the Earth’s people look like?
I bet pilots know what it’s like!

When the clouds fall as rain,
I realize that clouds have to watch us down here.
They have to watch us run errands, and pay bills.
They have to watch us dress up and pretend.
They have to watch us make mistakes and commit to jobs
that make up frown.
They have to watch us lose our loved ones, and cry.
They have to watch us fight for justice between each other,
and they have to watch us fall as civilizations.

 And even though they get to watch us do some happy things,
like pick flowers in the spring, and break bread with high hopes and smile,
they still have to watch us grow old.

When the clouds fall as rain,
I think of what it must be like to befriend the view of creatures like us,
day in and day out, inhabiting this unfathomable, beautiful place
without any proper care for any of it.

On days like this, when the clouds fall as rain,
I smile bright so to say thank you to our forgotten friends in the sky
who only want to watch happiness but instead only absorb our sorrow.

So, on the next day that the clouds fall as rain remember they are only
trying to wash away all of our frowns to make way for happy, happy smiles!

‘When the Clouds Fall as Rain’ Vannathan Hugh is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.