Where The Pen Falls by S.J Rowe (elon musk reading list txt) 📕

made an indent
In your bed
Much like that of a paragraph
Holding a space for nothing and everything
At the same time.
And that is the beautiful and bitterness of people.
Seeing how everyday we can leave a piece of ourselves upon a shelf for someone to gaze at
Like an artifact,
And while we are a present in presence, we too
May one day be history. Sun Appeared, From the Clouds

 I don't believe God Places
any burden
Upon your shoulders

That is too much to carry.
Because you never
Know how strong
You are
Until you no longer bleed when cut.
You imagine shattering under
An array of boulders
Only to prevail past
Your own expectations.
If there is anything I know,
It is that He knows all there
Is to know.
And in knowing this,
He knows your
Own strength
When you never expected to have any at all.
You figure yourself to be weak,
Then God reminds you that he has
a sense of humor. 

More Than Gold

 She had a soul
Which outshone
Any beauty pageant
Queen.
Of course she was beautiful,
But looking at that alone
Would be too obvious.
To simply look at her
Without listening to
Her speak
Would be like picking
The roses
Without smelling them.
She didn't consider
herself a scholar,
But she didn't have to be

Because when you
Hear her speak
You fall in deep
Admiration
And you knew
Her intelligence
Blew
Beyond any book
You studied by heart.
Look at her soul
And you will notice,
Adjectives will
Always fall short.

Yes she is beautiful
Yes she is intelligent
Yes she is kind
And perseverant

But these things do
Not hold a torch
To her soul

Which like fire

Burns with passion.
To fall for smiles is
One thing,
But when you
See her soul
You will know

Beauty is
Shone
From the inside
Out.
Cherish her.

Some of Us Drive Too Fast, Some of Us Drive Home

 She says you
Drive too
Fast.
She makes you
Give her a kiss
Before
You get into gear
And still you push it.
You say she smothers
She says you're reckless

And even as you try to deny,
You know she's right.
If it were up to you
You would speed
Through the streets
As if you had nothing
To lose,
But you do.
Be gracious for the
Kiss she forces
Because she's grateful
It isn't the last.
Be humbled by
Her humility
And thank God she's
Smarter than you'll ever be.
Because in life you can be
Gifted with an angel.
One who cares for you
As much as you care for you.
And even as you brush off
Her be safe,
Call me,
Get back soon,
You find yourself driving a lot slower
Than ever before.
It's not just about you anymore,
You have more to live for.
So be grateful
Some of us are still out here, just driving-
Too fast.

Honest Tea

 I want to write these honest things
So you never feel like these feelings
Are alien.
I know how it feels to suffocate
In your tears
Knowing the most logical
Thing to do would be
To let it out
But when you do
It seems routine
And no one hears
Echoes into no one cares
So these tears seem redundant.
I know how it feels to go
For that run while it's raining
And not even care as
Drops trickle through your
Hair

Like a snake in the desert.
And you run
And run just
To tire yourself out
Because you know good
And well

That sleeping is no longer
A friend to you and
Given the opportunity you'd
Stay up for days.
And worse than the inability
To sleep
Are the nights where you fill
Your to do list
All the way
Past the page
Just so you can distract
Your brain
From the fact
That
There isn't anyone
Looking back
As you look at the stars.
And I know you call
This
Foreign alien
Thing
By many names
But we know this
Is nothing more
Or less
Than loneliness.
We don't speak about it,
We don't whisper,
But it is in the wind
That taps against the panes
Of your window.
I get lonely too.

Hush

 

Please,

Don’t tell me you

Love me—

I whisper softly,

Selfishly.

 

Maybe you think

You do

 

you fall for

me in

soliloquys

 

you fall into

arms to hold

gently.

 

You fall and I

Catch you

 cautiously

 

but I can’t

always be

 

I won’t

Always be

 

The dream

You see

Or the smile

 

You fall

 

Wholeheartedly

 

For.

 

Please,

Don’t tell me

You love me

 

I don’t want to disappoint.

 

What if I’m a riverbed

When you need oceans

 

What if I don’t dot

The I’s,

 

Cross the

T’s

 

Bring you

Flowers on

Our anniversary.

 

Please, don’t

Tell me you

Love me.

 

What if you leave?

 

What if I

Only see

You in my dreams.

 

What if we

Become

Stranger than strangers.

 

What if you

Find someone

Better.

 

What if I forget

Your favorite

Color,

 

Or the feel

Of your

Morning lips.

 

What if I search

For you

In girls at a bar

 

Who never ask me

About my favorite color

And never tell me theirs?            

 

Please, don’t

Tell me you love me

 

Because one day you

May not

 

And I’ll be biting

My tongue watching

 

You say I love you

To someone else

 

And I won’t be able

To tell

 

If my tears are for

Your overdue Happiness

 

Or the fact that

Mine couldn’t

Measure up.

Father

 

I cried for you today.

Like a child, I sat there and cried 

 

Wondering why 

We had to get here. 

 

For everything 

You never did, 

 

You gave me 

More. 

 

You never came to

My graduations, 

 

But you gave me life.

 

You never asked me

If I liked Stevie or Mick 

More 

 

But you gave me your eyes. 

 

I always said I didn't care, 

Whether you were here, there

 

Or when you made it clear 

 

You didn't care either. 

 

But I'm growing older

And you're growing old. 

 

I look in the mirror 

And I look more like 

You--than you ever looked 

When you looked at me

 

And in every little 

Memory I hide 

In some lost 

Treasure chest, 

 

I think of the 

Existence of 

My father 

 

Being nonexistent 

In my life. 

 

I think of unavoidable 

Truths, 

 

How the only 

Pictures I have of you 

Are in my head 

 

How I don't know 

Your favorite 

song 

 

How you don't 

Know I make them. 

 

And I cry. 

 

I don't know why 

I cry 

 

For someone who 

I don't know. 

 

But I guess 

Somewhere inside

Between wrinkles that 

Haven't risen and beauty 

Marks that don't show, 

 

There's a little me 

Waiting at the front 

Door, 

 

Thinking Daddy's coming home. 

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Publication Date: 08-18-2016

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