i take a minute to think
about my future, and who i’ll be.
only takes a second, and i’m writing you
to tell you where i am right now
as opposed to who i’ll be.
Category: Poems
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foresight
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tulip
waiting for you,
i built a
lot of
bad habits, but
now you’re here and
i can’t think about
all of that;
no, i’ve got you
and all you do
is condition me
to be better than
i am;a slight crystal
fills a void in
your tulip jewel;
i bought you
the brightest band
i could find, so
you need not worry
about falsities,
just the clarity of
your tulip jewel.
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the diary of a mad man
just because i sit here,
wandering my mind when i talk to you,
holding on to everything i can’t fit my arms around,
shuffling back and forth in this
old man sweater you hate but love
because you know now that’s who i am,
who i’ve been since i was 10 and you
hadn’t met me yet to change my mind
just that little bit into the better
man i am now that i have you to tell me
what i can’t see, but know enough to listen.i followed my heart when my hands tried to tell me
the only position through is huddled by
a screen, lit with others lost in translating;
but, i followed my heart when you came calling
and acted out all the ways i never knew but
always saw how i should be when you’re standing
in front and i’m beside: a shift, a question,
a kiss, and we were on our way to being who
time’s told us we were always s’posed to be.
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Seeing Work Not Finished
Seeing work not finished, just collected
And my motor skills reluctantly continue
Scrolling through words as memories,
Parking and driving and sitting and laying
And talking and working and being a being.
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Songs Of Old
And memories, they keep coming when that’s all you have
Or all you care about– so easily picked, harder to remember what led to them being your
Memories.I can move mountains with my mind, but my eyes will only watch and my hands only dig; my lips will only move, my mouth will only dry. A peculiar situation when reality puts you in a place you’d been before but hoped was only a dream best kept sleeping.
I laugh out loud when I think of days, but blank my stare when hanging on to thoughts of nights and all their ramblings.
Just poked fun at myself
Tried to land a soft punch
But didn’t pull back at all
Meant to hold a thought
Forgot to let it go to begin withAnd that’s where this story ends.
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ember(s)
and, adrift in climb of silence’s stairs,
we hold our eyes along route of that fleeting glimpse of God’s first gift, light in darkest days.
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Another Thing
You should always say what is worth saying before committing it to memory. The phrase, “committing it to memory,” can imply memory is an institution. I agree with this. My mind often knows less about relevant responses, and more about fight-or-flight.
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random musings
Don’t put it back the same way
you found it. That only means
you never existed.A good king reveals problems,
but still despises the very notion.
Patios are for guests and bird watchers. Star gazers need a hill. Don’t ask me why, but I think it’s just social assumption; that oldest trait we still attribute genetics to.I always find speed to be less a knowledgeable outcome, more a byproduct of being wreckless in earnest.
Preparedness should never be defined by the variables.
finding out you’re inadequate sure hurts, but so does finding out you’re just adequate. all told, you have to look at everything the world has to offer before you subscribe to the notion that, “one wrong is everywhere.” just like a hitter may need a different rotation, a quarterback a different receiving corps, a coach a different team– just like each of those, you cannot feel as though you are not good enough for all. you’re great for someone, for some team. you just have to find that team, show them you’re worth their time, and grow.
That’s what many fail to realize, really. Growth is not possible in a static/stagnant place. You either cannot expand, or you’re just spreading filth.
define:me
so,
i don’t think
you can.
i think you
see what
you want:
a spot of text.‘ but not
‘ who i
‘ am.
‘ (a
‘ man walks through
‘ an open door,
‘ he doesn’t look around
‘ or
‘ stop to turn the handle,
‘ he just
‘ walks through and
‘ you take that to mean
‘ he knows it’s open,
‘ but what if
‘ he’s just walking
‘ and doesn’t
‘ know it’s a door?)
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blahblah
yo, i
haven’t lost a good friend in a long while
to violence or anything that would be permanent,
but, damn, i feel like i’ve outgrown a few
of my good friends from when we would play war
like death was a distant concern– man, how fast
we grow up when put into a social situation
perpetuated by others and not ourselves, or
maybe i did it myself by not being a bit more
transparent.
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Untitled 11
Addiction is a place inside your head,
Where you become locked in a cell
You’re the warden of– your own hell–
You can’t escape, but…
Just walk through the front door.
Stop scheming, be dreaming of
Relief, relaxation from that need–
Realize you’re better being you than
That prisoner of your own mind.