6 July I looked up at the great vessel set to be my home for the much awaited future. Gand and beautiful. The smooth curves of the wood. I could see the hands that placed every plank, reinforced every beam. Sails hung perfectly from the mast. The love and care in forming such a … Continue reading At Sea
I haven’t written in months I don’t think my dreams have changed I think my motivation has altered The grind of retail is wearing I’m tired each day They suck my faith my strength my pain Nothing is felt when exhaustion sets in What I put down feels less than creative I believe that quitting … Continue reading Haven’t Written
I’m lonely when there’s people around me I’m in trouble and no one will help me Haven’t told but I live in this memory I shower away the overloaded sensory It’s my life to live without a plan for it I pray to believe in nothing but god answers I bury my dreams in a … Continue reading My Life
Words spoken to a mirror. A question held, paralyzed in air. The response is known, but not heard; Thought. Not Spoken. A secret kept from the self Lies told out of love Patience in withholding. An earnest hope for future success. An answer held in fear.
I think about writing my book. I think about quitting my job. I think about running away. Instead, I go to sleep.
My body moves easily to the beat People gravitate, but I know the encounter is fleeting I expect no more, but it's a blow to the ego Sweat envelopes my body and a hand's on my waist I move with purpose now, without a glimpse of the face The event is symbiotic, the atmosphere hypnotic, … Continue reading Nights
The sun's rays force their way Through the spaces between the leaves I watch the reflection dance On the frames of my glasses It shines so bright, but the heat Can't reach me as I shiver
A little musing on some weekend choices.
Late night musings on adulthood.
Strange stream of consciousness poem. Doesn't completely make sense, but does it have to?
