O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish;
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d;
Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;
Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined;
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.

That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.

I wake up and look out of the window,
Breathe some fresh air and embrace the morning glow..
In a balcony opposite to my flat,
I see a girl skimpily clad..

She maneuvers her hair to the right,
And gazes at the street with such serenity in her eyes..
Suddenly a man comes and hugs her from behind,
She is shocked, she laughs, she kisses, she smiles..

I reach my office, and what do I see,
An official flirting with another right in front of me..
The natural forces make me hear every word they speak,
I don't wish to hear such things, when not meant for me..

She sits on top of a table,
As their hands entwine..
Their lips are at striking distance,
Seems like some **** about to unwind..

After an exhausting day, I desperately need some peace,
I go to a park and my thoughts break the leash..
I see kids playing with their parents,
As happy as they should be..

And then just nearby I see something,
That just keeps chasing me..
A couple smooching behind a
Not so secluded tree..

I know I am gonna be alone,
I am making peace with me..
May be it is better this way,
To be independent and free..

O' lover, not everyone is as lucky,
As you are and will be..
But you won't bother understanding,
Because you are no more one like me..

Late at night is when I think
And try to I clear my head
I often stay awake all night
Just laying in my bed

As soon as I get comfy
Thoughts start racing in
I start to question everything
and regret my every sin

At first the thoughts are gentle
Like what will I do tomorrow
But as time crawls by; they escalate
Till I'm drowning in my sorrow

I think of all my failures
Every detail of what I did wrong
After hours of reliving pain
I convince myself I don't belong

I suddenly feel isolated
and like the silence will never end
I feel like I will never escape
There's too much I just can't mend

I feel overpowered and worthless
Like I'll never do anything right
I hide till the world fades away
And I'm awoken by the light

I realize a new day has come
It's time to put on a brave face
I put those negative thoughts away
Until I return to this place

the tree ramblings
touch my mind with delight
in my velvet palace
I always see the sun light

I thought I'd be glad
that the sun's no longer in the sky
but now, i miss those days
when the maranham jaborandi sigh
and filled the air with it's ways

I sit patiently
I wait
I eat
I drink
I pass the time
I don't know that he won't come
Again
I continue
To wait
To eat
To drink
Patience
Continuing
Continuing
The same thing
To a person who never comes
Who is he
Why won't he come
Why, he's been there the whole time
Can't you see him?
Everyone else can
Can't you see him?
The man, all alone
There's much pain in his eyes
Much longing
Can't you see him?
That's okay, no one does
He's a ghost
Not alive
He's you

Some older once watched me drink a cup of coffee
in thirty seconds flat, I was fourteen and a half
and he said, "Don't ever take up alcohol."
I wish I'd listened. Some nights
I crave my mama's cooking, the smell
of the ocean, the strong and solid arms
of some boy I used to love
but Southern is the only comfort I can reach.

Falling asleep alone in a spinning bed is the room's
dying laughter after a good joke. Curl up. Roll over. Stretch
out. Reach for your phone to scroll for a number
you deleted again hours ago, just in case this happened.
Do you know how this happened?

The first sip went down like an accidental gulp of saltwater,
on a dark beach in late May, out of a thermos
we buried when it was empty. The rest
went down easy.