I don’t call myself a poet, though I do write poems.
I think.

I don’t think it's honest to say I am a something.
I prefer to be seen as a someone, anyway.

I presume it's presumptuous to say “I’m of this us!”
And meaningless to minds, whom I want to find,
anyway.

Not everything I write is a poem, but I put thought into it,
attempt to elicit emotion or bend the meanings of words to some poetic end.

So call me what name you want.
Label this thing in your thoughts.
But remember you're missing a lot
by ignoring words and seeing font.

Ignore the signs of mental state decline
I’m fine is the typical reply

Depression is used so often that the word
Loses meaning as quickly as the life its leaning.

And isn't that exactly right?
You get one word to describe your problem
Your feeling overlooked, alien, lonely, and sad.
And society makes that word as useless
As all the others you scream at no one.

Makes me want to burn the world down.

I think I drank too much coffee
I feel like a slow motion explosion
Or the incoming tide of motivation's ocean

Depression interjects
Regression to lonely obsession
Regret opposes repose, daily

I must not be human
Or just one of the few men
With no beau tied to them

There must be something I’m doing wrong
Or something wrong with me
I’m 32 and only been in love once
And just for a few months.
I guess I’m just an ******* who can't sweet talk a princess

This melancholy gets old.
Writing about it gets ******* old.
And the quiet times remind me
that I’m still alone.
I try to drown out the quiet with fans
and videos on YouTube that make
absurd promises.

But my head rests on pillows
and not the fun fleshy kind.
The lifeless, soft, comfortable kind.
My body is warmed by blankets
not a lover.

one becomes One when it's

all added together.

Each piece’s war contributes to

the peace of the whole.

Molecular flow powering

massive structures of little structures.

Structures build structures and fractals

continue as we zoom out

or in.



Can the cell consider the liver?

Can you consider humanity?

Can humanity consider the end of time?



Each decision adds to past.

Causality the molecular flow

of the grand structure of presence.

As inevitable as osmosis driven by

Salt concentration.

That smile bounced off the hull.
I can still feel the vibrations in the metal shell,
all this time later.
I saw it coming, took evasive action
you know, like they do in the movies,
and slammed right into it anyway.
Knocked me off course,
broke some sensors,
sent spinning off into the void for months.
Sensors eventually came back online,
course corrected but forever altered.