#comparisons
What if I never get better? I can't beat the fear, I never get Noah's letters
What if I'm not the exception? I'm just the rule, ever gullible to affectionate deception
What if the damage is forever? We can't re-fall in love, our connection eternally severed
What if I'm only worth 49 first dates? You wake up on the 50th and decide this life you hate
What if I'm a Heather? Exploding with you without knowing any better
What if I don't make it out of the car? Just wasted potential, never getting very far
What if I'm a bet you made with your friends? 10 days- I'm in love and your joke's end
And if I'm the bridesmaid, never the bride? I catch the bouquet- staring at you swallowing my pride
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 3:58 AM UTC
What does Snow White see,
When she looks in the mirror?
Does she like what she sees, freely?
Or does she, like me, look
With dismay, and say,
"Oh, my skin is not as white,
As yesterday, I won't go out and play
Today, I will stay in and away,
Because people will say 'she's not so fair'."
It's not fair that weight of expectation,
and the wait for ultimate perfection.
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 7:20 PM UTC
Comparing is...
Having your eyes blinded to
The reality of who you are,
Really.
Reality is stark; it holds no glamour, but
A life well lived holds the tensions of
Reality.
Hand-in-hand the joy in the pain,
The reality that this is life,
This is what we’ve been called to live;
Loneliness in the ordinary,
Joy in the pain of the everyday.
This is life.
Oct 14, 2024
Oct 14, 2024 at 4:16 PM UTC
I'm sure the phenomenon is
Far wider-spread than
At any other time throughout history.
The want to have been born,
Decades or years before,
And I think it's easily attributable.
Inundated with knowledge
It is hard to come to some consensus
Among peers,
Likewise it is difficult
To be in a situation you'd rather not
Able not only to conceive
But receive, every scenario you could think of.
Many of which would be the least bit better than the reality currently ascribed
May 18, 2024
May 18, 2024 at 7:20 PM UTC
Critics collude in cliques
to keep themselves safe from reality.
"Truth is subjective!"
they say, diluting its potency and dilating its delusions;
But grounded, truth becomes a platform on which to
kick critics to the curb,
To taste the dirt of their terse tunes.
Jan 9, 2024
Jan 9, 2024 at 9:21 PM UTC
~
*Or migrated pod
Or fleeing refugee
Or corban
Or carbon dioxide
Or yubitsume
Or van Gogh's ear
Or black Friday
Or lazy evening at the carnival
(Tomorrow has already started)
Or free range
Or gated community
Or breast exam
Or storage crisis
Or fallen leaves
Or germ warfare
Or temporary file
Or permanent wave
Or thigh gap
Or physiognomy
Or soap made of heroes
Or multiplanetary living
(There's a floating graveyard between this world and the next)
Or logical fallacy
Or irrational number
Or elementary analysis
Or college guess
Or cardiopulmonary resuscitation
Or extrasensory perception
Or ten fingers and toes
Or a dozen eggs
(They say there's strength in numbers)
Or fifth floor, corner room
Or high as a kite
Or bellwether
Or mingled with bells
Or police sirens
Or loitering around in silent films
Or rule of thirds
Or tombs of second-hand kings
Or face in the rain
Or pareidolia
(Otherwise, at first light you might be smiling...)*
~
Nov 19, 2023
Nov 19, 2023 at 9:11 AM UTC
I awaken in darkness
still terrified and running
from the mountain lion.
But what if I’m the prey
of my own judging
captive of my comparisons?
At times I feel those verdicts in my gut
like when I can’t concentrate on a task
I SHOULD be doing.
When I notice my tight gut
and my mind wanting to flee
I can stop trying
and lying to myself
set my imagination free
roam a wilderness I choose
like right here on the flat and fertile plains
of this poem’s lines.
Sep 21, 2021
Sep 21, 2021 at 2:15 PM UTC
I would rather have integrity than popularity
I would rather be alone but be kind
I would rather be poor than have money made from crime
I would rather know a bitter truth than live a life of lies
I would rather have one true friend than a group that can't be genuine
I would rather die at twenty one if that short life was filled with love
I would rather be shot than use a gun against another
I would rather be female just to prove we have it harder
I would rather have integrity than popularity
I would rather live in my fantasy than in your reality
May 31, 2021
May 31, 2021 at 3:02 AM UTC
I'm ok
With one colour
Why rainbows try to flatter
I'm ok
In dark
Why sparks need to remark
It's not ok.
Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 2:08 AM UTC
Loving you is like eating pistachios,
I can't stop once I have started!
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 10:51 AM UTC
and you question, "how does she do it!" -
these golden girls are mighty pretty.
but darling don't exclude yourself, haven't you known that the elements are elementary?
now go upstairs and mine in your room.
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 1:16 AM UTC
Get to the Market
Some people take the back road
Others use the highway
Some arrive early
Some arrive late
Get the market
We all follow our own way
No persuasion
No need to jump a red light
A river will flow where it flows
Carve its own way
Get to the market
Some exhilarate
Others doddle along the way
Walk or run
You will arrive when you get there
Get to the market
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 5:41 AM UTC
Melancholy waves crash upon my shore
At the thought of not seeing your crooked smile
Hearing your laugh
Watching your soulful eyes:
And I'm drowning
Head bobbing just above the water
Heart racing
Reaching blindly
Treading water,
Eventually sinking into you
Its funny how drowning and falling In love are so similar; ask my waterlogged heart, and it'd say they're the same.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 1:02 AM UTC
you can't expect your flowers to bloom
if you don't water your own garden
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 2:43 PM UTC
Some people: "be kind to yourself."
Me: "get to work, *****
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 6:09 PM UTC
I don’t mean to compare,
Past and the present,
It’s just a game I play,
What-ifs of my existence,
I have a vivid imagination.
I am sans the thoughts,
That makes it appropriate,
The wordplay, I indulge in,
I am sans the guilt,
Of the aftermath it brings.
Many are held captive ,
More are repulsed,
The gears in action,
Churning, burning ,moving,
I keep going on.
I don’t mean hurt,
I see, you are enraged now,
It’s where I stop the play,
It’s not a test or measure,
These are just stories,
So hear me now .
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 10:53 PM UTC
i am not the night sky
although we are similar in the fact that i am not always clear and i don't always look as pretty in pictures
this is for one simple reason
i am human
and i cannot be compared to an object
even as complex as the sky, i am by far more complex than it could ever be
i feel things and i think through things
i try new things and sometimes i change how i look
i add variety in my life and nothing can change that fact
so to compare a human, like myself, is so abnormal
because how could something so simple ever compare to the vastness that a human holds
it shouldn't be spoken of or let alone be thought of
but it is because we as a species are constantly trying to find ourselves in things
whether they be other humans or something as simple as the night sky
we always wish to see bits of ourselves and feel a connection with
this bit of information should shine light on a fact
we should be able to find security within ourselves
but it is rather difficult when society and other people try to push the idea that we will see ourselves in something
because that is not always the case
and to try to make ourselves seem so simple is so absolutely absurd
because what makes us human is our expansive ability to be unique
to be incomparable is what it means to be human
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
fresh and printed new
as the glistening morn dew
tis a lovely view
old and so well worn
as the near dead cobs of corn
tis a sight forlorn
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 6:01 PM UTC
Poetry is, as poetry flows
Beneath the rocks, through undertows
Over great mountains, across oceans deep
Dwells within dreams, while dreamer's asleep
As poison to pen, heaven can wait
Driving the path, for creativity sake
Don't judge yourself, of what you read here
Create your own space, and abandon, all fear
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 7:29 AM UTC
It's crazy what can happen in a day;
in an hour; in a moment; in the blink of an eye.
One minute you're fine, the next you're in utter chaos.
One minute you're complete, the next you're empty.
All in a matter of seconds the sky can go from being bright and clear to being grey and disastrous and the same can be said about people.
You never know when a storm cloud is going to strike until it's too late and you're stuck in the rain without an umbrella.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 11:50 AM UTC
you're a mountain
high and mighty
doesn't bow
doesn't bend
you're the sky
vast and wide
no beginning
and no end
you're an ocean
calm and stormy
all consuming
ever rising
you're a forest
green and wild
pure enchantment
ever growing
you're a mine
gems and gold
you are mine
rare and precious
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 7:52 AM UTC
caught in little fishing hooks
pierced ears gone awry
its scales scrubbed viciously from flesh
hacked open
gory madness
soaking into the oak table
not very hygienic
not much of anything
congealing, drying
still wet enough that to touch it would be
to spoil everything
(makes such pretty colors in the wood)
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC