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Momento Mori Feb 2021
It is the winter
that makes the spring sweet.
Just like fall’s cool breeze
after summer’s heat.

The cold white expanse
and the leafless trees
wait expectantly
for the first spring tease.
I long for the Spring!
Momento Mori Feb 2017
My life is and I know I am,
I am a paradox and a self-fulfilling prophecy,
a song that balances on absurdity.
Momento Mori Feb 2017
My life is a sparrow’s song, a sweet sharp melody
I am common, colorful, and exceptionally
unique, heard for only a moment.
Momento Mori Feb 2021
My life is this poem,
started.
My life is this poem,
unfinished
Momento Mori Jul 2017
I used to sit outside,
to get my head on right.
And now I think I might,
Just prefer to stay inside.

The winter makes my bones ache
and I feel alone
Most of the time now, most of the time now
Most of the time.

And is this wrong?
Have I been thinking for too long?
All I know is that I don't want to be forgotten
When I'm gone.
Lyrics from a song a wrote a while ago, or perhaps poems I put to music. All these stanzas relate to a time in my life when I struggled to find purpose and uniqueness. I felt isolated because my friends around me were so talented and often left me in the dust in their musical pursuits.
Momento Mori Nov 2018
One life, one wife,
One love, One Love.

Why one, Why one,
Why one, Why One?

      My Frustration is only matched
By my desire to be the One.

I am a contradiction to be watched
         a liar who wants to run.

from:
commitme
                   nt.
I have been frustrated recently with the idea that we are to only commit to one person for our time here on earth. It is not that I do not find myself capable of loving one person through hardships, but rater because I want to love more than one person. I am far from being a polygamist, but I stand on the precipice between "for better and for worse" and from putting a relationship in a hearse.

This is a draft, and I'm looking for critiques and ideas.
Momento Mori Sep 2020
I was scared of never being enough
and scared that you’d love me anyway.
I needed to be worth something
Physically, emotionally, it could have been anything

I wasn’t sure which option was more cowardly.
Holding on and letting you care for me,
or letting go and running away .

A wise man once said:
"***** either way
But time and distance can heal the pain."

I hope you’ll be fine someday.
I hope I’ll be fine someday.

— The End —