decline the call,
delete the e-mail,
ignore the speech,
ignore the message,
focus on yourself and yourself only
Why cant you just
youre tuning it all out
why are you like this
youre being selfish
you need to focus
you cant miss anymore
youre not hearing anything
youre causing this
you have no reason to feel like this
you selfish attention seeking...
please just focus
and dont pay attention to it
i dont want to focus on it anymore
i want to focus on the class
Part two of two poems written in class one day both expressing very different emotions and reactions to the same situation
What once was fire in your eyes,
about to die.
What once was fire in your veins,
is spilling out,
it slowly wanes.
Lost in a fog,
Drained of your blood,
Spine feeling soft,
Face in the mud.
Now fan the embers in your eyes,
consume what's left,
by fire baptize.
Just try to
but not listening
Why cant I
Im writing this poem
Youre not even trying to
im not hearing anymore
im sure not listening
my mind is too
Part one of two poems written in class one day both expressing very different emotions and reactions to the same situation
To forget is freedom in a mind like mine
You ever ask the tall man if he is happy?
A genius can't deny like the focused one
Cursed connections left abandoned
Although the view is beautiful
Blood painted battlegrounds lie in the background
He shuts his eyes and the mind's stays open
Rest he may, awakens in the dark
Colorful patterns dancing without reason
Pausing to remember a moment seconds past
Why does it move the way it does
Isn't it mathematical as the stars
Why does he think the way he does
In these hypothetical regards
And if time is illusory then what is space
Tears fall from my mind's eye in this lucid dream
Billions in one
One among billions
I looked back from Voyager 1
So ******* obvious that we're all one
Come on now let's go we'll be late
Okay I'll pretend there's not enough on my plate
Paint on Smiles only last for a while
Good luck acting as if you're asleep
Just above the endless sky,
Beyond the clouds we fly.
Among the air as a whole.
I nearly lose my soul.
Lost in thought my head goes off.
In the distance I hear a cough.
If only it could wake me now.
I move my face and frown my brow.
A little bird flying by.
I wave and said it "hi".
She looked at me and flew me past.
I didn't want to see the last.
Opening my eyes I see my class.
I should pay attention to pass.
But only a minute or two I tried.
And back I was in my evening glide.
This poem is about not being able to focus your attention, and accidentally drifting off while important things are being said or done. It took me a while before I could controll my "daydreaming" in class, and it sure did ruin alot of classes for me in the past.
The hole to heaven is a place here on earth
It’s filled with color and all things of worth
To see it at all, you at least have to look
It’s right there in the front, not behind that old nook
Open up and imagine what it all seems to mean
If it's not quite in focus, is it really unseen
Birds, clouds, and rain could be the real hole
Mountains, cars and planes are a few more I’m sure
I believe it's important to try, try, and try
It's not a belief, or up in the sky
It's not what you see that makes up the hole
It's how you see it that creates the pure goal
Brian Hill - 2019 # 201
What and where is yours?
It's a word, a feeling, a state
That dodges. Swerves. Completely misses us.
So many times.
A lack of external peace, can **** us,
On the outside.
But Peace on the inside,
Will keep us alive and breathing
Even if we are dying.
At a moment,
And realize, why
Islam means Peace
Peace means Islam.