Last April I decided to write a poem every day for a year. That lasted about two months and I eventually gave up. It was just too much to keep up with and I kept putting out a lot of crappy poems. There's a few good ones in there that I absolutely love. But most … Continue reading Final call on my mediocre poetry
I wish there was somehow a way to process through the pains rather than burying them to resurrect another day. It feels there is no such thing is healing, merely these numbing techniques of coping.
Where is that fine line between humility and confidence in the truth I must speak? How does one stay grounded, but still remain open-minded? I want to bend and move with the wind, but I still want the earth to grow my roots in. Oh! I am the absolute and the ever-changing. I am the … Continue reading October 27
What would you do If there was no one to stop you? What would you say If you could speak your whole truth? There are less rules than we think there are Ignore all the noise, look into your heart You'll find a light to lead you in the dark Your way will be made … Continue reading August 26
They say it's all a matter of perspective. But the pain has left me blind and I cannot see the other side anymore.
You left with the moon. What here remains? I both long for and hate the fact that I am still the same.
Is there a place deep within me where this great pain cannot possibly reach? Is there a tiny space where I exist whole and unbroken, where the past has no say and the future remains unspoken? But the truth is I don't know if that's where I'd want to stay, because wouldn't that be heaven? … Continue reading june 7
Who would I be if we had never met? How different would life be if you had never talked to me? Perhaps all those phone calls never happened at all, and perhaps I never booked that trip that unforgettable spring... Let's say we never married and brought children into the world or felt the small … Continue reading june 4
I've never needed the rain so bad. I feel the earth's cry to be relieved of its thirst, just as I feel mine. The distant sounds of thunder serve to accentuate my hunger. Oh heavenly waters, do not pass us by. Do not leave me here dry, constantly praying for rain as I wither away. … Continue reading god of water
Go back to the mist from whence you came. Go back to that ancient realm where everything is energy and you are simply an unimagined dream; the non-existence before conception; merely potential, and nothing more. Go back to being what cannot touch me, what cannot thrill me, what cannot leave me, what cannot hurt me. … Continue reading go back to the mist