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ZenOfferings Feb 2019
The ink impregnated in time
Woe is me;  For there I am trapped
That moment is different to me now
That [name] should be dead
Yet there I am doomed to live
It was staring into the ink that winter
That I learned how to die
I practiced killing that picture
Don't tell me the soul isn't trapped in a photo

Note: My name is omitted for anonymity
ZenOfferings Feb 2019
It's the perfect recipe for disaster
ZenOfferings Feb 2019
Don't tell me
That the soul isn't trapped in a picture

I lifted up that dusty frame
To reveal those colors that reconstitute my form
I see what I'd call my smile there

And I know
That the soul
Is trapped
In a
Picture
...
ZenOfferings Feb 2019
I used to worry
About what counted as Zen

But I set that burden down long ago
And you're still clinging to that question
ZenOfferings Feb 2019
I skipped my first alarm this morning
I wasn't ready to open my eyes to a blank phone
Less ready to admit I cling to it
Can't fathom I cling to you

Now its time for work
And I only have time
To worry about my eggs
A new hope?  Or ever more lost?
ZenOfferings Feb 2019
Feeling good feels just as bad
Expect greater diversity in my second collection of works.
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