#circumstance
we might set out
each time with
a specific place
in our minds
only one destination
and one ideal route
but i can't remember
the last time
we managed
to complete one
of these journeys
without detouring
stopping somewhere
briefly to explore
what we otherwise
might have missed
although sometimes
forced on us
through circumstance
or at others
chosen for the sake
of passing whimsy
we are always happy
going out of our way
finding something
to marvel at
to appreciate
and be remembered
along the way
Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 9:17 AM UTC
A negative mindset
Breeds a negative life,
One full of pain,
Disappointment, and strife.
But what about the woman
Who wakes every day,
Hope clutched in her hands,
Ready for change her way?
Right when she’s comfy,
Her things all laid out,
The clouds come rolling,
To wash her smile out.
When she’s content
With the film’s final cut,
The universe laughs-
And ***** it all up.
What about that woman
You call too dark?
She’s given her everything,
Sacrificed her spark.
Yeah, maybe she’s dramatic,
And small troubles feel big.
But they would to you too,
If you saw how she did.
Still she keeps moving,
Her scars in plain sight.
A warrior through the day,
But a ghost every night.
But keep manifesting, dear,
Rewards are only for joy.
Be punished for your fear,
The pain's yours to enjoy.
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 12:27 PM UTC
"I am a victim of circumstance."
Are we not all?
Play not devoid
But freely strum the chords
Of sympathy and even empathy,
Far from pieces which are familiar,
For situations one might sparsely fathom.
When someone's fallen
Reach out a hand to help them up
Even if it slows you down,
Even when it is not expected.
For when is a fall the expectation?
And who among us is the exception?
Reflect, act, remark.
If I am to cross the line which signals finish
It will be knowing you
Have completed the marathon.
Having waded the haze that is "competition,"
In a day & age where that means so little
And should still mean less,
I will have been obscured by nothing.
For in that trek, I won;
In the journey of the sport of love
I went the distance for a companion.
When I knelt,
I chanced a "prize"
But it was you who made me champion.
Nov 18, 2024
Nov 18, 2024 at 11:16 AM UTC
Promies, never to,
The premise of us to part.
Should I ever leave you,
Let being be dashed-
Against black canvas.
Let blood be
A medium of art.
These shackled hands,
Consequence of circumstance
And everything I have entailed.
Perchance, happenstance-
That which we have lived
And all that was not availed.
The fog of brokenness, and ache of loneliness.
Against reality, we rail.
Jul 7, 2023
Jul 7, 2023 at 6:08 PM UTC
Days may package themselves in lessons
learned long before
any hearing ear may think these words
as thoughts a reader hears aloud,
angelic,
not tremble and bow, but
wow,
truth has a voice.
No lie can hide the echo, that has always
been key, qi, chi
cheeky. Cheapshot bullseye.
Wanna see it again.
Been there, done that.
You remember, it was your idea, but you
let it go.
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 5:20 PM UTC
Even in a situation I had once or twice,
begrudgingly dreamed myself in,
never anticipating the morphing from one state to another,
of contemplation to reality,
I no longer dread.
Even within the month that usually drags me to my knees,
I accomplish the impossible and turn my sight towards the sun,
golden hour still exists and dust still sways in its light.
And yes,
even with all of this,
unrequited circumstance,
my mind and body still dance.
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 7:56 PM UTC
Split pathways splayed on palms and face
Each line runs according to its own race
Deep, undefined or shifting aside
Inescapable writings on the walls
Nothing seems straightforward at all
On reviewing in hindsight
The circumstance of chance
How much space do we have to play
Was I supposed to be late
Another carrier of an attitudinal barrier
Loss of control often feels immeasurable
Despite conflicts of character
At times are we in charge of our own lives
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 1:39 PM UTC
my life is like a stopwatch
just tallying up the time
i choose the downward spiral
over that vertical climb
i tried to go the mile
to keep up with my kind
i lasted just a while
then i fell behind
when my descent is final
who knows what i might find
maybe the top is topnotch
but the bottom is all mine
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 9:40 AM UTC
Oh, my lover
Circumstance
You've gotten ahold of me
Once again.
Today, you have me
By the hand
Tomorrow,
Around the throat.
It's heady enough
To get me high
But that may just be
Because I can't breathe.
Oh, my lover
Circumstance
Come to bed with me.
We'll settle down
Around the break of dawn
Rise from our slumbers
Well into the afternoon.
We can't get our hands
Off of one another.
You can't take your eyes
Off of me.
I can't get
Away from you.
I have the feeling
You'll always be
After me.
Oh, my lover
Circumstance
How I wish
You would let me go.
Relinquish your grip
On my neck
Release my skin
From between your teeth.
My dizzy existence
Wants to touch the ground again.
My selfish heart
Wishes you would
Find some other poor girl
To 'love.'
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 4:18 PM UTC
and it's always about the timing or the circumstances
it's always an "I'm busy" text message that fades into days of silence
it's when you notice how he used to compliment your mind
and now he only ever calls you beautiful when you're bare inbetween his sheets
and you tell yourself he's just a boy
this is what boy's do
it will get better
but "you're my girl" turns into "I don't think this is working"
and you're crying again
and you wonder why you keep having the same ending with different people
and you're wide awake in the middle of the night wishing he'd call
and then he'll miss you enough to want you but never enough to stay
and you worry you are so good at finding the wrong love you won't know how to recognize the right
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 9:05 PM UTC
this young universe
vies for your attention
the conspiring fates
merely pushing us along
as we are pawns in this
ephemeral board game
we don't win nor lose
instead we crawl our way
to the finish line
even if it's not
our race to finish.
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 6:54 AM UTC
Life is a mountain.
You're either born at the top,
Or have to make the climb up there.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
Circumstance,
Stands between me and greatness.
Stands between me and courage.
Stands between me and power.
True power is the ability to choose.
True courage is the ability to hope
True courage is the ability to love
True power is the ability to live
Circumstance is fleeting
For soon I shall die
Tomorrow is not mine
Tomorrow is his (or hers)
The other me, who is not me
Yes, it’s me, but it’s not me
I died in my sleep
He was born when I awoke
He is an all-powerful being
His innate ability is choice
I choose, I do, I am
I am not my circumstance.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC
My heart bleeds of circumstance
Indecision and slight chance.
Life is chaos, be nice.
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 1:21 PM UTC
Heated tongues had no temperance to spare
Betrayal is a fickle master cloaked in innocence
Eyes held truths with no regards to context
Illusions were never more real that when piercing
The heart left to bleed pounding desperately on the floor
Under the foot of merciless pain
How do you explain the inexplicable?
Some things just end while others start
The resoning was perfectly logical
But ****** if anyone could see it
Off they went onto seperate trajectories
Only to find tge truth revealed in 20 years of wastedness
Because faith seemed a too bigger thing
To hold through this broken prism
It was only when they travelled around it in oposite motions
They could see they belonged together
Far too late, as other sattlites they collected were now in the way
And faith seemed once again bigger to hope for
And not a thing was learnt.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
Pop music and Alaskan ice
Whiskey is cool and I'm blue
So too are the bloodied few
Smoke rises and inspires
Creation spirals into anew
Sending geysers ski high
Letting go the rigers of life
A summon of ice
Falling of snow flakes
Seasonal prices are here
Signs gripping onto holsters
Finding *** and coal
Air stale
Quietly rancid
Unholy desperation of breath
Job is old
Feeble are the bones
Lost is the soul
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 1:04 AM UTC
Time flows by in waves
Moments on a mighty sea
Shifting in the breeze
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 1:09 PM UTC
He carries needles and capsules home
Like his friends carry their pencils and erasers to school.
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 11:50 PM UTC