beautiful words

I am still surviving,
but I hope
someday, someday soon,
I will again
begin to live”

-Edward Lee

I’m not gonna lie to you, I’ve been writing and rewriting a lot lately. These are two of my favorite pieces that I’ve written thus far, so please enjoy these poems. Thank you. Have a nice day.

“Unsent Letter”
This is piece was inspired by “If By Chance” by Ruth B. and The Light We Lost by Jill Santopolo.

Hello, Old Friend. Do you remember me? 
You seem to have captured my thoughts recently.
Do you ever think of me?
Do you ever think of the nights spent dreaming and
Planning for a tomorrow?
Do you remember the songs we sang as the rain broke 
Through the window pane and kissed our cheeks?
I do.

You know, some nights I dream about you.
It’s nothing too crazy or wild, but I’ll dream of you.
We’ll be somewhere that I don’t remember but
Can’t forget and we’ll be doing something minute,
But there would be this free wind, this whisper of
The past, blowing through your hair. Your eyes would
Have that look in them that conveyed so much but
Said practically nothing. And you’d emit such a laugh
That could bring the world to a knee. 

But then I’d wake up. Those are the saddest, I think. 
The nights when everything you wanted visits
You with a resounding disappointment. 
We were so young and dumb and willing to forget
Our futures for something so fleeting.
If you could go back in time, would you?
Would you come with me to a time where our
Only concern was each other?

This might sound a bit selfish, but I see you every once
In a while. You’ll be with your wife and your daughter and
You’ll look so genuinely happy. And my heart shatters
With the thought that I, once upon a time, was the only
Person that knew how beautiful your smile truly was.
Now, she knows our secret. She knows the innermost
Parts of your soul that only revealed themselves after
Nights spent on rooftops and in quiet retreats into the night.
Now, she knows our secrets.

I’m sorry. I’ve bombarded you with overanalyzed
emotional secrets. How is your life going, Old Friend?
Are you happy? With her? Are you satisfied with the
Life that has chosen you? 

I hope you are.

And the last one is just a poem about birds on a power line.


Pretty little birdie
how beautiful it
must feel to have
the wind rush through
you and have the 
shivering chill  reach 
through to your bones
The freedom you
must face every 
single day
How beautiful it
must be

Pretty little birdie
how sweet it must be
to be one with the sky
and to sing her to sleep
 and awaken her with
your sweet melodies
How so very sweet

I wish I could be like you
I wish I could fly
into the morning sky
and chirp my thanks 
to her in every intonation

How lovely it should be
to fall in love with the 
world below you
How lovely it certainly
must be

How absolutely beautiful
it must be to be a 
pretty little birdie

Again, have an amazing day, and hopefully I’ll see you soon.

Author: Azya Lyons

“have i gone mad? im afraid so, but let me tell you something, the best people usualy are.” -Lewis Carrol, Alice in Wonderland aw skeet skeet

2 thoughts on “beautiful words”

  1. I just want to start off by saying , I miss reading your work so much! You are such a graceful and beautiful poet, truly. In “Unsent Letter” my favorite part was “But then I’d wake up. Those are the saddest, I think. /The nights when everything you wanted visits/You with a resounding disappointment.” because it resonated with me. For some odd reason I started to tear up and become emotional when reading your poetry. You just have such an emotional capturing writer’s voice.

  2. Okay, get out of here. First of all, the title is so fitting because your poetry moves me into a completely different reality. They are filled with lovely bits of emotion, little pauses and moments that get me (that “I do” in the first poem, wow). And overall, they carry such flavor and depth. They are so intimate and specific, yet they transcend any one person. It is like feeling the rain or the sun on your face. I hope to describe it enough one day. Also, your quote…yes! Perfect for the time being, also. Thanks for these…beautiful words. (;

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