Teach me how to regain naiveté
Dislodge the mangled figures in my mind
Battered, bruised, lost in a sea of decay
Recycled thoughts convulse me to a grind
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
Walked to the river to experience liberation again.
Let the tall grass nourish my tired, nostalgic toes.
Blood streaming through my arteries like an ocean song.
Pensive- Mind's gears turning like clockwork.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
How long does it take for a single thought to disintegrate into oblivion, like a leaf in a stormy tantrum of winds?
Discarding uttered, syllabic hopes and exchanging them for silent resignation.
We must learn to trust the weight of our voices, crying out against the hierarchal restrain of free-thinkers, the infliction of pain upon zealous, revolutionary-born eye-blinkers, altering the stale air and walk of a complacent nation.
A nation choosing easy over beneficial, leaving the actual judging to the judicial minds and entwining quick satisfaction with tangible, ready action, but ignoring the consequential intellect to make lasting effects.
Conquer instant hesitation and favor deeper existence. Learn how to cherish contemplation; Don't be a slave to resistance.
You are more than a work-driven vessel, guided by the ideals of those "in control."
Re-discover your original freedoms and liberation, born from a seed of purpose and self-determination, rooted in potential and power to defy limitation, you are stronger than what you believe you have become...
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
I used to go out
all the time,
until I found
someone
I'd rather
stay in
with.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
Tonight
got away from the mess
city toothache throb
ensemble of car horns
shoppers throwing money
like empty sweet wrappers
park is better
calming me a cup of cocoa
stepped into Narnia
without the wardrobe
snow squeals with each step
little deaths
little graves where others have stood
a ring of prints from a hundred shoes
breathe in white silence
find frost’s left a hypothermic dance
between wires of a tree
white fibres together as arms
sweep clean the bench
blanket of sherbet
sit and think
how simple it is to be forgotten
alone a caterpillar of tinsel
in a tattered brown box
not allowed to shine past
December thirty-first
or not shine at all
rather a rope of dud fairy-lights
I wonder I wonder
lamppost emits a frigid glow
night unfurls above my head
I left my gloves
at home again
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
Within a room somewhere
Sits Pandora
Holding the box that
She opened long ago
When her heart was curious and naive
Now her heart is heavy
And tears fill her eyes
Hope is weak
Hope is shriveling
If only she hadn’t
Set loose the monsters
She wishes people
Saw hope
The way she does
Leaking out slowly
Filling the air
Pulsating, Shaking
Glowing
Maybe if they understood
They would hold on
Just a little longer
For their monsters
To die
Because in the end
The hero always wins
You just need to be there
To See it
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
Paint peeling on my window sill.
Freckles fade to a lighter shade of brown.
Dust collects on the frame of you and me.
All little things I notice.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
Ahh,
Another day.
One to let my mind wander,
And let my mind play.
Life is substance,
similar to clay.
Just shape it,
Any ol' way!
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 9:44 PM UTC