#centered
A moment lies where time both swells
and ebbs,
the future lies in the shadows of the past.
It moves you through the world,
unfolding the essence of being.
Holding the grace that’s been given,
which came to be through necessities,
anger, compassion, yet also truth;
what the moon is to the sun.
It reflects the true nature of body & soul,
relational forces centering the self,
bound to each only by light and gravity.
Casting myself upon the world,
I became my own shadow.
Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 11:36 PM UTC
I thought I had to choose
between the fire in my chest
and the quiet in my bones
between a life that reached upward
and a life that let me breathe.
But I was wrong.
Peace and ambition
are not enemies.
They just need alignment
a rhythm that doesn’t tear me open,
a pace that lets me stay whole.
Ambition without peace
is just a frantic climb.
Peace without direction
is just standing still.
But when peace goes first,
ambition becomes lighter
a path instead of a punishment,
a choice instead of a chase.
I don’t need to stop wanting things.
I just need to want
what doesn’t cost me myself.
Peace at the center.
Ambition growing from it.
A life built from both,
finally moving in the same direction.
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 6:51 PM UTC
i breathe
bubbles rise
Underwater is
Silent can't hear
little kids scream and splash
Peaceful
my hair flows around my head
in rolling auburn ways
no goggles,
chlorine stings my open eyes
I could stay Forever
in this vivid blue expanse
peaceful, blurry, silent
my lungs burn
and i'm reminded
of my human need for oxygen
feet push with a crack
off pristine off-white concrete
shimmering with Sunlight patterns
I gasp
breath fills my lungs
peace, still lingering
is ruptured by a Kid
with a Water Gun
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 9:02 PM UTC
You speak of stars
As if on first name
No closer you are to me
Yet I am in my own atmosphere
Just waiting to breathe
And fill my lungs with thee
Forget, no don't
The memory in mind
Of when tingling spines aligned
No starlight impedes
Be it out of reach
How your words once made me shine
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 1:29 AM UTC
now let words
make love
to
you
I Love You
we hate
me
now
let
words
?
...
..
.
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 7:54 AM UTC
Meet me in the Garden
Where the wind whispers through the willows
As they bend to nature's mighty breath
Meet me on the sandy beach
Where the peaceful ocean ebbs & flows
Like the cycle of life and death
Meet at the the place
That can only be called
"Home"
Where no one feels abandoned
Where no one feels alone
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 2:11 PM UTC
To not integrate
To bring men, all of men
Faceless men
To a cave
To be amongst but never within
Where nameless figures
Bound by archaic scripts
And lies
Killing in the name of God
All in the name of God
Bound by the undefined
And lies
Twisted to resemble
Art
Despicable art
And more lies
Creating monsters
Through no fault of their own, yet monsters.
It can not be golden
It will never be golden
You can not infuse beauty by telling gilded lies
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
If it gets you through the night,
you could sit there on the couch and pretend that I’m not listening.
We’ve been over this time and again, yet here you are flipped
from side B to side A. I hope your tape breaks and this message
is flipping in the wind on a tab with a marker
marked red. I hope you understand.
My life feels like vacation but my… well everybody
will promise you violence over practically nothing
and I think I deserve a better planet. Instead I’m here.
It’s marginally all my ego, but mostly I just want to disappear.
I swear; If I break a heart I’ll fix it, but I’m a disease and a symptom,
and I stick like bad religion. Worshipers take shelter from this cult.
I’d even stab you if I had proper motivation,
and I didn’t treat myself like my own martyr for nothing.
The “real” me may only be what you make of me anyways.
My image of myself only exists within my head,
and in that image I am rotten with perfection.
My only corduroy is torn and smells of bleach,
but I’m too sleepy to change into my skin.
I swear I’m more than just an ordinary sin,
just because I’m also my own martyr.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC