The tiles stay the same
A grid to measure how little was done
The traffic of routine
Allows at least a little
Fading in the grout
Still there are tiles
Untouched in the small spaces of habit
How can there be
So much unexplored
In a schedule unchanged
For thirty years
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 12:49 PM UTC
The entirety of my mind
Flexed in a single
Movement
In that moment
Days it lasts
Nothing is lifted
The words
Too heavy
Anyway
I
Tried
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC
Write only cryptic
Glimpses of what’s underneath
All for a reason
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 1:55 AM UTC
I follow my passion, my emotions, my rhymes.
And just like that
Fulfillment
No more blank lines
Pride was the struggle
I conquered it slowly
But it happened
“Shouting it from the rooftops.”
It was meant to be my reward
I wanted nothing more
They wanted more
I have nothing more
I was handed a mirror
They demanded a snowflake
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 8:45 PM UTC
Spark of sanity
Warmth for opportunity
Waiting in the rain
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC
Scavenger by very nature,
And nuisance to those
Who’d judge and propose
Only pessimism of this creature.
Though troublesome, in a sense,
To instinct it’s bound,
And blame confounds—
For its entirety mere innocence.
Lions, though great and proud, it aids—
For in its small size
And its meekness lies
True intent and respect others evade.
Despite the slightness it commands
The large elephant
Is fearful and can’t
Overcome what it doesn’t understand.
Viewed as disgusting, vile and weak
Though when the time comes
And all others run
I’ll scurry on, stand proudly, and squeak.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 4:39 PM UTC
Fate is cruel to those who seek it.
Crueler still to those who meet it.
Thoughts in twain,
Emotions follow.
Reality sinks—
Forced to swallow.
A breath escapes;
The scream of soul.
Personality fights,
Destiny controls.
Downhill trodden,
Steps still taken.
Freedom hidden,
Universe mistaken.
Unhem the doubt,
Diffuse paranoia.
Cut the cord,
Bleed utopia.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 1:02 AM UTC
We stand beside trees
Thinking ourselves to be tall
But only a leaf.
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 9:31 PM UTC
A candle burning deep within.
A flame of ever-burning,
Fueled only by lucid yearning.
I know it not to be a sin.
What of times concerning
That which keeps the flame alive?
Is that what we do in life?
Always, always returning.
Only for a creeping moment
Do we let the waters come,
However an improper sum,
For through it burns our torment.
Why then do we bother
To breathe out this little light,
For which we hold so much spite?
Only to light another.
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC