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When I look up at the sky
My tears turn to dust
Into mountains of sand
And eternal mistrust
I beg on my knees
To relieve all my pain
When nothing is ventured
Then nothing is gained
And so I take steps
That may lead me astray
As the sun hides in clouds
And the day turns to gray
I put 1 foot in front of the other
And make strides towards a goal
And I feel a sense of empathy
Deep down in my soul
~
I'm an exit wound
I'm a numinous obstacle
I'm about to make landfall
I'm about to break free

I'm a nerve ender
A fascinator
A purifier
A world populator
And I'm about to break through

I'm the push and pull
I'm a counter argument
I'm dissonance resistance
I'm viral replication
I'm about to break out

I'm a singularity
I'm a spark
I'm the perfect detonator
To mind and heart
And I'm about to break up

I'm a simulacra
I'm an oscillation
Made of breath only
I'm a living, moving imprint
Of what no longer is
Yet somehow seems to be

~
My heart was always
bluer than the sky—

I asked the sea
if it might
wash my pain
away—

but the sea
will carry nothing away
that I don’t let go.
Drift light with snowflakes—
a snow bird invisible
in a world gone white
White | Haiku | 1/5
An haiku inspired by the poem—The Wretched Feather
from Dario Tinajero
Sometimes
you back up into a corner
not knowing what else to do—
you feel terribly alone
and terribly blue.

You—
alone and blue
backed into a corner.

Just remember—
feeling alone and blue
you have backed into a very strong corner
and life has your back.

So stand
just a moment
and breathe—
just breathe
and know—
you are not so alone
and not so blue.
I can't do brain
I can't do thoughts
I can't do friends
And I can't do smoking in parking lots

I can't do death
But I also can't do living

I can't do anything
Except for just giving
And giving
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