longing for someone to make it ok

[Blue_Angel]

as the sun was rising today
I went outside and stood on a soapbox,
but only my mind was left to preach to.
I thought about flowers
and how pretty they are
and for once I wished to be a thorn
so that I could leave a violent wound.

~~~

love is holy,
like the mountains lifting my soul.
there is awe in the home
of these great bulks, where
the salmon dart upstream each year
to a birthplace beyond reach.

the fear in me shudders.

you raise your standard
and I will raise mine
until we can't touch each other anymore.
I long for a possibility that we could
make holiness out of this fear.

____

sorry guys for drawing so much attention to myself in the last thread i posted. I'll try to be good

 

[The Wanderer]

and for once I wished to be a thorn
so that I could leave a violent wound.

I liked the raw honesty in this, I guess everyone feels like this sometimes

you raise your standard
and I will raise mine
until we can't touch each other anymore.

yes, I see this a lot, people get so caught up in expectations and their competitiveness, and wanting to please people's expectations, that they drive each other further and further apart, totally neglecting the human element of things that tell us that nothing will ever be perfect

a birthplace beyond reach.

the fear in me shudders.

this seems like a meditation on starting out on one's own path, leaving the mts. and these great bulks, which can be interpreted as being firm, dependable... reliable, and yet cumbersome, heavy, a burden of sorts... feeling perhaps that the only way to grow is to swim from out of this birthplace, these metaphorical mts. -- yet fearful of losing these mts. that have been built, but fear not I say, since mts. don't just fall into the sea

 

[Blue_Angel]

 

[ACROB@T]

and for once I wished to be a thorn
so that I could leave a violent wound.

~~~

love is holy,
like the mountains lifting my soul

~~

the salmon dart upstream each year
to a birthplace beyond reach.

~~

you raise your standard
and I will raise mine
until we can't touch each other anymore.
I long for a possibility that we could
make holiness out of this fear

 

[FallingStar]

I thought about flowers
and how pretty they are
and for once I wished to be a thorn
so that I could leave a violent wound.

That is so beautiful.

 

[ghetofabu]

as the sun was rising today
I went outside and stood on a soapbox,
but only my mind was left to preach to.

the fear in me shudders.

you raise your standard
and I will raise mine

I like these lines.