As your warm day starts,
the fire laughs heartily,
the lights comfort you as friends,
your blanket attached to you.
Change - No Power.
No laughing fire, friendly lights, warming quilt.
The cold front knocks, as if they're welcome.
Tears of loneliness shatter against the chilled floor.
Stepping one on is as painful as broken glass.
Reminders of your failure, your mediocrity, your minimal worth.
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 4:38 PM UTC
The threads of fate are disorganised and free,
no confines of expectations to hold them,
each living person a loom, weaving possibilities,
intertwining chances,
unpredictability,
and tragedy...
Not a single plan conforms to the threads of fate, and one day, what nobody will see coming, is a marvelous tapestry of fortune.
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
A lock of mistrust,
freedom must stem from defiance,
chains of fear are weak.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 3:17 PM UTC
The shrines of power ask every citizen for a dime.
Monumental, omnipowerful yet always needy-greedy
Minions, minions help them out!
Careless, conventional and extra-conservative they shout:
'Extra! Extra! Drop your money, you'll be richer!'
'Put your money on the shrine, mumbo-jumbo'll save your life!'
It won't save your sanity though.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC
You scale the mountain,
weighed down with reluctant chains.
Though you gain confidence,
each rock, each failure, a reminder of pain.
You could end it, leave the trail and go home,
the thoughts of base camp haunt your brain.
Others on that journey assist,
give emotional shift,
and you'll know it was never worth staying.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 3:01 PM UTC
Aiming high is a challenge,
the peak of the mountain seems always unattainable.
Yet, when the twin eagles glide together,
no matter their fatigue,
one will always have the back of another
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 4:09 AM UTC
You've been dealt a hand,
as has everyone else.
Large numbers, nines and tens,
yet not a single king or queen.
Alas the winner before you is the Ace of Hearts,
your Holy Grail.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 2:23 PM UTC
Every moment, concentration,
every breath is dignity
Shaping,
Molding,
Moving,
Flying.
Life is folding little creases
til a newborn crane is formed.
Flying,
Floating,
Falling,
Dying.
Like a thousand paper cranes
Someday, I will find
My favorite version of myself.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC
*Just expect sun
to come every morning
and nothing else*
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC
Here today, in hell tomorrow.
If wisdom leads me there, I won't feel sorrow.
If the man who wanders in darkness
is ready to take my carcass
My body decayed by nature
my soul released in danger.
When the moon if fading out
and my brains are aroused.
When my existence is no longer needed
and stupidity at last seceded.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC