Eye.
Eye am I.
Eye can open at dawn.
Eye can squint.
Eye can blink.
Eye can swim in an ocean of tears.
Eye can see.
Eye can stare.
Eye, when angry, can sometimes glare.
Eye can be covered by gentle hands.
Eye can be rubbed till raw and red.
Eye can be cleansed with cooling drops.
Eye can close for the night.
I am eye.
1/20/24
Jan 22, 2024
Jan 22, 2024 at 7:28 AM UTC
Cold.
Dark.
Mysterious.
Reflecting sun’s glint.
Mirroring the blue sky.
Suddenly,
A stir.
A ripple.
A splash.
A fish jumps out
And travels through dimensions.
2/23/23
Mar 6, 2023
Mar 6, 2023 at 12:04 AM UTC
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Assuming that we can only experience time on a linear scale, I believe that suffering and joy can both be broken down into various opposing feelings that reflect our views on the past, present, and future.
These basic feelings are as follows:
Desire (want for something not currently present) vs
Contentment (acceptance of present circumstances)
Fear (belief that the future may be worse than the present) vs Hopefulness (belief that the future will be better than the present)
Lamentment (recalling negative events that have occurred in the past) vs Reminiscence (recalling positive events in the past)
In our current mortal existence, we happen upon a complicated mixture of feelings both good and bad. Many of these are combinations of the six basic feelings. For example, motivation can be explained as the desire to perform a difficult task, along with hopefulness that we'll succeed in performing the task. Likewise, regret can be described as the lamentation of a past event, along with the unfulfillable desire to change the way we had acted.
All of our feelings, in addition to our cumulative worldly experiences, help us define what we call "life".
1/19/17
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 8:57 PM UTC
Stupid summer bugs.
Hopping all over the place.
They always come to parties
uninvited.
But there is one redeeming quality.
They'll applaud for even the worst karaoke singer.
9/23/16
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 12:35 PM UTC
"Yes I can!"
Bob wrote in response
Otto had told him what he thought was the right answer
Bob had understood
but he soon wanted to ask the question again.
the predicament: Bob could write but he couldn't speak.
Otto could speak but couldn't write.
Unfortunately, he forgot about the other's condition.
He was frustrated he couldn't get his point across.
Staring intently at the paper,
Otto tried to motion the problem, until...
Bob had an epiphany and started to write again.
He had suddenly remembered that both of them could read;
Following that, Otto excitedly began to explain
that both of them could hear as well. Otto then whispered...
precisely what Bob had written on the paper,
"Can you read between the lines?"
11/6/15
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
It happened on a beautiful autumn morning.
The ground was littered with leaves:
yellow, orange, red, and brown.
Some leaves had been raked into large piles,
others were still scattered across the asphalt.
I was with my mother and it was my first time
riding my bike without training wheels.
My mother was nervous but I was excited.
I fell a few times at first
But no pain, no gain.
Within half an hour, I thought I had mastered the art of bike riding.
My ego inflated, I wanted to go faster.
My need for speed was insatiable.
My mother expressed her worries but I paid no attention.
“Slow down!” she yelled.
Harder I pedaled.
I was going down a slope. Gravity was on my side.
Faster, I didn’t want to stop.
Faster, I raced across the inclined asphalt.
Faster and faster I went.
When suddenly,
Panic.
My excitement turned to fear.
Faster, I felt myself lose control.
Faster, I forgot how to brake.
Faster, my mom ran, trying to catch up to me.
Faster
and faster.
Until finally,
CRASH!
I’d hit a concrete parking block the bottom of the slope.
The force of the impact sent me flying off my bike
where I landed miraculously…
into a soft pile of freshly raked leaves.
Leaves flew everywhere
like a clutter of celebratory fireworks congratulating me for my near-disaster.
I felt sorry for whoever had to rerake them that day.
10/27/14
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC
O.
Oh.
Open mouth.
Gulp and gasp.
Gasping for water.
But nothing is there.
Only the presence of
empty atmosphere.
Flipping and flopping
everywhere.
Air all around.
So unfamiliar.
Struggling.
Hooked lips gape.
Round eyes glare.
Looking for water.
Blue
But seeing too clear.
Air
10/6/2014
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC
Giant coastal redwoods,
towering and tall.
I gaze up at them,
and feel ever so small.
The delicate pine needles,
numerous and green,
shade out harsh light.
Softly serene.
Majestic grandeur,
so old and wise.
Roots grip the ground.
Trunks touch the skies.
In the middle of the forest,
with trees all around.
I am blissfully lost.
I don't want to be found.
10/1/14
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC
I never knew my parents,
I'm unsure of my age.
I don't know morality.
But I do know pain.
The pain of having nothing to eat.
The pain of being wounded by a bullet or machete.
The pain of seeing loved ones…
…slaughtered.
I’m starving to death.
And I’m hungry for vengeance.
I’ll bring to my enemies the same pain that I felt.
Wearing my looted bandana,
Wielding my AK47,
Spraying hot metal,
Spreading fear.
I need to shoot my way to heaven
to escape from this hell.
9/10/14
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC
*I've got a sandstorm,
blowing through my mind.
A million bits of sand,
is all I'll ever find.
Blinding me today.
Blinding my way.
The massive sandstorm,
rages on and on.
A thousand feelings,
the sand is never gone.
Blinding me today.
Blinding my way.
I'm lost and alone.
winds of sand have blown,
away my sense of direction.
Nothing for protection.
Blinding me today.
Blinding my way.
I trek through the dust.
I know that I must,
Find my inner oasis,
mental clarity's graces.*
Braving the storm,
I'll find my way today.
7/29/14
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC