Living simple, no

belongings, just floating on --


a plank in the sea.

I miss the days of simplicity
The ignorance I never got to appreciate
When the news was miles away
Just words inscribed on a page
I miss the days that I never loved
The past I never before hoped to relive
I miss when problems were mine alone
I miss when I could fix it
I miss when it was easy to just put the knife down
To pull it away from my skin
But now millions hold a knife
Whilst the rest sit and watch

Why?
Why not leave?
The broken chain awaits,
for Autumn to rest.
Why?
Why do you imprison?
The snowy Winter—
gazing through
the hourglass.
Why?
Why so attached?
It's just...
only—only
—one life.

before you understand meaning,
you understand hunger and hurt.
you understand family and companionship.
rain and sun,
cold and hot,
tired and energized,
pain and pleasure,
everything is right here.

before you learn how to chase time,
you learn how to survive,
how to smile and cry.
when something is there,
when something is gone,
it’s forever.

before you find out you can look back,
you look straight ahead.
your mind has no clouds.
now your eyes are searching for more,
now it must be complicated,
now we’re all dizzy and blind.

do you know how to survive?

this poem is too simple,
i think it needs more.

I laughed - not for likes,
but because the sky was kind
and the breeze felt honest.

I wore comfort,
not costume,
and danced without a soundtrack.

No mirrors.
No filters.
Just me,
at ease in my skin,
and joy
quiet as a secret,
loud as my heart.

Worth, world a white cloud...
Smile, and offer proper
A day in the land, if a walk proud
Like justice, harmony is my prayer...

Couth, I was done
Drunk, by the tooth
True, to liberty for a question
Often, a lucre for us and youth

Didn't...
Words of wishes, meager thus
The price of wisdom?
All of a wayward family, realer for causes...

Does...
Why can a salt, make me divine.?
Good presses for what can be us...
Just like love, I know the sun shine

Praise, a lonely God
Add me, when decency has another choice
Final gaiety, with love to laud
All of me, in a sake, for what is my voice...

Do shadows clash?
With a light's, oracle...?
Should we intone, the sleep of passion?
Still in a night's touch, is love a suspense of, milk?

Miracles that reach for chastity...
Have a naming game in mind, for heed
Peek, poorer for a question's vanity
Of the solace of a wish, for another wish to lead...

We are the silence, the ghost
Of a need's chance, you know
Like a sojourn, with a dread's host
The place of reason, has become a you...

Rage, rationalize this...
Quiet of subtle time, forms
A vivid accusation, has become a lover's kiss
Ready to keep it all, in the hand of norms

Breath of worth, later
The might of wishes will become a lover's fate
Now in the presence and prayers, of honor sated
By the shy sight of ingenue, will we know the blessing of a wishes privacy?