Juniper Ave

Isn’t it funny how the dead have a way of making you feel alive? 

Make your life have a purpose, even it’s not extraordinary.  

Even after all of the glamour all that is left is decay anyways. 

Like before you were alive, everything is at rest. Nothing exists. 

So while you still breathe, live for the moment, and sway with the trees. 

Juniper Ave is where you will be buried, a monument of your glory. 

Sing with the stars, appreciate each crack in the road and let it symbolize your crooked life. 

Glide sideways, aim upward, spiral downward, float freely. 

Lay outside while it’s raining and let the drops kiss your face.

Listen to the wind howl and let it guide you on an introspective journey. 

Sit in a meadow, soaking up the sun.

Walk on the beach and realize how massive the ocean is and how small you are. 

Stare up at a starlit sky and think about how you are a product of the universe, a cosmic cocktail. 

Know no boundaries, no limits

Reviews

[Mitchell Savage]

I like this one a lot more. Glide sideways, aim upward, spiral downward, float freely, nice imagery.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Samantha.'
"Walk on the beach and realize how massive the ocean is and how small you are.
Stare up at a starlit sky and think about how you are a product of the universe, a cosmic cocktail.
Know no boundaries, no limits"
The above line. Great wisdom shared. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[JBoone]

Beautiful. Just live. Don't hold back. Great perspective and very honest. I can't agree more. I love this.