Its been a month
Since I last wrote poetry
For a person
Who could cry everyday
I have not been myself
Lately
I am just flesh and bones
Amongst my own ghost

Though it really seems they could
A seemingly inevitable parallel
Always between what one deeply desires
And what awaits on the other side of that sharp and beautiful exhale

again and again and again and again?
****!
A comedic autobiography with tinges
nihilism Darwinism sandwiched w professionalism?
it really is stupid and oxymoronic

Are delusions any more tangible than fleeting confidence or a temporary motivation?
Contemplating I no longer have a grasp of what is tangible
The root of the void has been in-
Distracted by housewives.

my day is a good day
my heart dreams big
ignoring the nay sayers
this is my gig

Blue
Is pursue
Red
Hold steady
Green
Stay lean being in shape
Purple
Make life simple
Yellow
Be Confident
Tan
Don’t let anyone make you mad
Orange
All about joy just like Florida
Grey
Hooray
Brown
Keep your feet always on solid ground
Light Blue
Always fulfill
Burgundy
Beauty within
White
Have a plan when a struggle or plight strikes
Black
No skills lack
Pink
Always think
Beige
Don’t worry

All the colors combined
Establish and Excel

You talk of love
always of love
wonder, beauty
tenderness and care.
I don't think you know pain...
you talk of rainbows
bright colors, sunsets
sunny days and starry nights
but I can see none of the above
the same way you do anymore
because I know pain
and I can't seem to forget what it's about.

Am I just set in my ways
Am I just stubborn
To pray for you, long for you
To once again be by my side
Waves of despair and woe
Sorrow, that I was one, you’d forego
Weighted down by the sands of time
Staring to the horizon
Waiting for the rising tide
Is it all in the name of foolish pride?