I am tired.
Tired of the greed, the materialism,
the artificial realism.
Medicines to cope, false hope..opioids
the killer dope.
I am bored.
Bored with the faithless optimistics, party goers bathing in that sea of chaos...politics.
I am tired.
Tired of the hunger, and the homelessness that at times feeds glory seeking kindness.
I am bored.
Bored with the phones...the internet.
Allowing people to interact without having to connect.
I am tired.
Tired of the why and the what for,
lies of peace masking the truth of war.
I am so very tired and bored but
mostly with me.
More so with myself than with other people, politics and technology.
Sometimes I wish life would just set me free.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 11:20 AM UTC
You'll be in my heart for always, that's where you belong.
Understand that you are my family and my love for you is strong.
Abandonment is a never, but that's my point of view.
I'm sure things would look different if your eyes were mine to see through.
I know you won't believe this, but I do see you.
I know you think of me as silence yet I can hear your voices clearly.
Yes, I know I'm a disappointment and with me you are through but much more eternal is my love for you.
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 3:36 PM UTC
I sigh as I wonder why if anything perceived as being love should ever wither and die.
And if so then how do we know whether it's real and not just the after glow.
Because people change, feelings get rearranged leaving what was once joined at the hip broken and estranged.
That being said I think love exist not in our hearts but only in our heads and maybe we're all a little deranged.
May 4, 2025
May 4, 2025 at 5:05 PM UTC
I sit at my window entertaining a blank stare.
Yesterday waves goodbye as if I really care.
For tomorrow is another day, I assure you I 'll be there sitting by my window entertaining a blank stare.
Mar 15, 2025
Mar 15, 2025 at 12:45 PM UTC
Sticks and stones,
blood and bones and words can definitely hurt you.
Dec 26, 2024
Dec 26, 2024 at 11:21 AM UTC
The simplicity of rhymes
freely flows
through the readers mind.
As simplistic words unravel
in an array of poetic babble
we channel
the memes of our muses.
No forced word can capture,
no college can teach
the aesthetics of laughter,
the glamour of grief.
The essay of brilliance
awaits in the zone.
The Muse and the Master
in the hearts of gold.
Dec 16, 2024
Dec 16, 2024 at 5:12 PM UTC
Strange flowers
with a strange hue.
Strange birds over them flew.
From a strange leaf dripped a strange a morning dew.
Still nothing stranger...
than an estranged you.
A time revisited.
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 4:56 PM UTC
So today made a pact with tomorrow
to run away.
Gently closing the door as I lay.
Leaving me here alone with yesterday.
Dec 10, 2024
Dec 10, 2024 at 11:39 AM UTC