#completion
Bought a set of glassware
Sowed some seeds
Was playing a video game
Reading a book
Why’s wrong with an incomplete set
What’s wrong with thinning seedlings out
Why do I need to collect all the gems, cross all levels in the game
Can’t I skip some pages, chapters, the cover, or footnotes
Do the guests arrive in a set of 6
Or they count my glassware
How does trying to grow every plant
Justify going against natures survival rule
Is the goal of the player to have fun or collection of objects
Is the book for me to read
Or I am for the book to be consumed as a compulsion
Is it one trying to reach completion
Or a learned pattern, perhaps
Fear that cannot let go
Why does the weight of one lost
Outweighs everything that exists
Either anxiety driving to achieve completion
Or sadness mourning over the incomplete
Whats wrong with acceptance
Of everything as it is
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 3:34 PM UTC
another diurnal marker attained,
but no one will be issued a
Boy or Girl Scout badge,
an unverified few will remark,
"this is a day that counts
my halftime voyage
circulating the sun,"
but detect no
other difference tween
day prior, day after,
and will let the passing thought, pass into the fibers of their
existence, aling with the millions of others that humans create,
then let lay,
absorbed into their uncountable,
uncollected collective
but it is the divisor!
the median mark
of a year,
and the world Earth
will be however old it be,
plus a half, like some of its
inhabitants
to be X plus a half,
is not an indifference,
a halved year is
better than no more years,
a solitary tear
still marks the moment
of a moment,
a refraction pointillism,
to reflect a passage
so treat it
not!
with
cavalier,
but go off and pause,
in a quieting places within,
and think,
I am more,
greater than before,
and with grace elevated
will complete my space
occupied on this rotund,
robust earth,
and
be thankful for the embers of
oxygen in and ex
ha(i)led,
greeted,
stating
this breath next
is an opportunity,
and will spent it
usefully
Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 8:48 AM UTC
Time to have some fun
12 years of school now done
Snooze you lose, time choose
Workforce calls each must decide
Slave to job paycheck career
Tanka
A form of Haiku
Differs in structure
31 syllables
Five lines
Syllable count
5-7-5-7-7
BLT Websters word of the day challenge
May 26 2025
Commemorate
Something such as a plaque, statue, or parade is said to commemorate an event, person, etc.
When it serves as a memorial; it exist or is done in order to recall the event or person. A person or group commemorate an event, person by doing something special in order to remember and honor the event or person.
Footnotes
Graduation ceremonies commemorate the moment when child becomes an adult. Two show they had graduated by the school standards. It should represent a competency to college and job placement and training. If college is an ecological step, your diploma is your ticket. To get into college. Representing 12 years of knowledge.
(Ok perhaps I’m jaded)
Welcome to the rat race
I would not want to be young today
Nobody wants to work
They want everything for free
Moral values are gone
After 12 years of school,
what skills do they have
United States have children
who graduate
without knowing how to read
As a nation
Our test scores are shameful
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 3:50 AM UTC
It is finished!
Now, at the end, over the vista of anxiousness, I can sense relief!
I can sense more peace and that everything will fall into place.
I may still experience bouts of grief,
But they won’t consume my face.
As I focus on yonder, I can sense this time was yet brief,
And as I hold things more lightly, I can revel in the vast wonder of space and My Maker’s trace.
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC
When you left, the door stood ajar,
Unfinished, like a quiet scar.
I’ve since repaired it, polished the ****
A mark of care, a touch of resolve.
So when you pass that open door,
Know this—
"I’ve completed what you ignored."
Now filled with steps I took with care,
A grand closing, just for you,
"right there."
Feb 5, 2025
Feb 5, 2025 at 4:29 PM UTC
Old poems
not lost but alone,
pressed between pages
dark and cold.
Should I write something new, or
Perhaps revive one of these
lonesome works of old?
Is the old not new
if it's never been told?
Oh so many pieces
Only known by me,
From dusky corners of my mind
to yellowing pages unseen.
Unfinished bits of sentiment,
lovelorn lyrics and rhyme.
Lost and lonely lines,
too good to have never been set down.
How long gathering dust and
locked away.
Before final words
Are found.
Dec 28, 2024
Dec 28, 2024 at 7:15 PM UTC
It was like a perfect storm
All the ingredients were there
It was like all the pieces had fallen into place
Taylor Swift was coming to Dublin for some gigs
My niece was a big fan of hers
I was a bit of a fan myself, she had some great songs and videos
She had just put out a new album and it was called
"The Tortured Poets Department"
Now I'd once written a funny poem (Electric funeral) and mentioned Taylor in it.
So my niece comes down to visit
And she asks "What have you been up to Uncle, I haven't seen you in awhile ?"
I looked at her a bit weirdly and then said real mysterious like
"It happened !"
"What happened ?" she asks a bit concerned,
"Taylor Swift happened".
"What! You mean you were at the concerts".
"Well, not quite... kind of".
"What do you mean ?"
So I explain "I once wrote this funny poem and Taylor Swift was in it, I posted it online
It has a lot of views"
Then I say "She must have read my poem and then read my other poems. Y'know she has a new album out, you know what she's called it ?"
"Yes! she replies "it's called... isn't it called The Tortured Poets Department"
"You see!" I say as if it's self evident, "my poems they inspired her new album. So of course when she came to Dublin she wanted to meet me... I was summoned... to go up and see her backstage
I was ushered into her presence
She had this lovely friendly welcoming smile just for me
And I could feel straightaway there was this... this chemistry, this spark there between the two of us
So I said to her "Careful now Taylor, if you ever fell in love with me girl
You'd start writing even better songs".
Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 11:01 PM UTC
Laying down upon the grass,
Morning Dew caressing my back,
I look upon the stars and
Manage a smile...
I know it's been so long,
Since I've heard your voice and song,
What I would give to live again,
To take me back awhile...
A single tear rolls down my cheek,
Mind full of words that I can't speak,
But every night I take myself
Into the past...
I remember that sweet taste,
Your rugged lips upon my face,
And every night I grasp your key
And ask god why...
When the morning sunrise comes
I hear the beating of the drums,
The way our hearts would always
Sound as one...
And when I wake upon the days
The very first words I must say
As I kiss the gift you gave
Are
"stay with me..."
Apr 13, 2023
Apr 13, 2023 at 4:12 PM UTC
The petals are already wilting
Is their stay really so short?
What irony twists is whim
but such is life
there is no end to a rim
The hoops of my own eyes mirrors that of reality itself
also that of my own sanity
Is it sanity that makes me seek infernal truth?
Is it a different sanity that makes others blind?
Is it insanity which seeks eternal youth?
Is it insane to wish
of seeing petals in perfection
one last time?
Nov 3, 2021
Nov 3, 2021 at 5:39 PM UTC
Accomplishment
Milestones
Completion...of a step
What does it mean to be done
Is there such a thing?
Sometimes the moment of doneness passes by
Invisible
Revealed only in hindsight
Savor the moments
Of completion
Accomplishment
Being done
Even if only of this step
The best laid plans can always go awry
So celebrate along the way
Celebrate the effort
The intention
The support you receive
Doneness as you expected may never come to pass
If it does
You will more concretely see
all the steps it took to get there
Either way
We all benefit
From celebrating milestones
All the steps along the way
Whether that means dreaming an idea
Or completing a voyage
Across a sea
Intact
Sep 1, 2021
Sep 1, 2021 at 8:24 PM UTC
I complete myself
never needed
you to feel complete.
Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 6:02 PM UTC
a cradle of completion;
my rubik's cube slowly becomes
faded of colors, frayed of stickers,
as a twisting time renders it
subtle and scrambled, but
unendingly unsolvable
—my meaning left
muddled on the palms of life
muddled on the palms of life
—my meaning left
unendingly unsolvable,
subtle and scrambled, but
as a twisting time renders it
faded of colors, frayed of stickers,
my rubik's cube slowly becomes
a cradle of completion;
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 11:47 AM UTC
i do not want you
to try to complete
each missing part of me
to make me perfect for you
i want you
to see me perfectly flawed
lost pieces and all
and still want
to light up my darkest shadows
enough to outshine
each star in the sky.
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 4:50 AM UTC
Once in a lifetime, if you’re lucky
You will stumble upon a human lacking all flaws
To you at least, resembling an angel, as if fallen
Only to be of service to your prayers, you have let go
Of the weights that pulled you below your needs
You see them, and the whole world disappears
An invisible door open only to you, you follow
The footprints they leave every step of the way
Arms embracing your deepest wounds, sealing them
With the notion of transferring your pain to them
Storing every drop of your mind in theirs, merging theirs
To the point where you have created a new mind of its own
An access point only crossed by the door with keys solely to you both
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 4:21 AM UTC
I believe in destiny.
Sure I may come off as anti love and non committal but give me the chance to back my statements up.
I’m anti loving someone when you as a human with a beautiful soul cannot see the lighter aspects of yourself.
I’m anti loving another person when you can’t find love in yourself.
It’s somewhat painful and distasteful to want to receive a perfectly beating heart and give back uncertainty because you can’t love yourself.
I’m non committal because I see it in you.
Doubt, fear on what you could find to be true.
You shadow these thoughts and let them take over you.
You let the past of other people define what you see of me and treat me lesser than them.
I’m non committal because your heart is in lust and your soul is charred and blown to dust.
I believe in destiny.
I believe that in a world exists two or more of our soulmates.
I believe each soulmate is for each specific moment and that a specific two are for a more permanent mark.
Your first soulmate shows and teaches you exactly what your soul has been crying and screaming for.
Your second fulfills that underlying pressure the world has put on you about love.
But your second may never come,
Your first may never leave.
But stay believing in love that is yours and you will be okay.
Im anti love and non committal because if you search for these qualities But can never find them in yourself than that toxicity.
That is inhaling the green and spreading it to the lungs of another.
Have you not seen the love that they are portray?
All in it’s broken and incomplete manner.
How can I be so trustful when love doesn’t reside within ourselves first?
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 7:17 AM UTC
no one should ever need
to "complete" anyone;
you're already whole
on your own-
it's just sometimes
we need somebody
to shine the light
on the pieces we
thought were missing.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 2:53 AM UTC
How I feel has never mattered to you,
I sit with these feelings and just ponder,
How come you never notice when I’m not ok,
How does what you feel always trump little ol me,
Why do you continuously mistreat and use me,
How is any of this okay?
If this is the world that you are offering me,
I want no parts.
I’m good love, enjoy!
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 11:53 AM UTC