#complexity
They call me when their daylight frays,
when small hands pull and patience thins,
I step into their storm of days
and wear the calm they’re drowning in.
And yes—it warms me, just a bit,
to know my name still fills a need,
to be the thread that mends a split,
to be the quiet they can breathe.
But somewhere in that borrowed role,
a truth I never dared took shape—
not carved in stone, but in my bones,
a slow, unspooling, inward ache.
I’ve held the weight of growing lives,
felt how the hours never end,
how giving isn’t in small tides—
it is a sea that does not bend.
I raised what wasn’t mine to raise,
poured out a well I thought was deep,
now even echoes of those days
disturb the little rest I keep.
So when I leave, I leave in haste—
not from them, but what it stirs,
a quiet urge to run from traces
of a life that isn’t hers.
And there it is—that fragile seam,
where need and knowing intertwine:
I’m wanted… but for what I give,
not for the life that could be mine.
No anger, sharp enough to name,
no clean-edged sorrow I can show—
just something tender,
edged with something like shame,
and relief I just cannot outgrow.
And when I close my door at last,
no small voice calling out my name,
relief arrives feeling so soft, so vast,
it almost feels I should explain.
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 8:01 AM UTC
That little girl, she was healthy, perfect.
Nobody paid her much mind, she was silent,
Yet for some reason, she always feels reject,
Maybe it was because of her being violent.
She never asked for much, just to smile.
Yet that's the one thing she was never granted.
To smile and mean it, just for a little while.
The smile on others, they looked enchanted.
On her 5th birthday, she wished for something,
Not a doll, stuffed animal, or a book,
she wished to be ailing,
ailing enough so that she would be noticed, or given a second look.
She grew, and gradually got worse,
"If nobody notices, it can't be that bad."
She weeps, and keeps writing the next verse.
Yet she's drowning, not in her words but in her sad.
One day, she talks to someone.
"If two people are drowning,
one is drowning less than the other,
aren't they both still drowning?"
Her eyes flash, she hadn't seen it like that,
Yet she still wanted to be sicker,
Maybe someone will see what she's getting at,
and maybe, just maybe, they will pick her.
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 4:46 PM UTC
I know easy,
You know difficult,
I say, thank you,
You say, grateful,
You slumber,
I Sleep.
I wrote poem,
You wrote verses.
I stay humbled,
You stay elated.
You eat meals,
I eat food.
I say, tell me,
You say, spill the tea.
I say, attractive,
You say, rizz.
You hear vocabulary,
I hear words.
I say, you show off,
You say, I flex.
I say, How are you?
You say, What's up, dude?
You say, bussin,
I say, good.
I enjoy simplicity,
You enjoy complexity.
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
have you ever been to a museum?
that little verbosity,
gifted by the clueless
curator, next to the exhibit,
oft by each work of art,
leaves you
stupidfied by their unthrifty abuse
and the indecipherable misuse of
extra big unclear words
that make adjectives
want you to throw up,
over, on, the common tongue
this profoundly sound
smooth jazz advice, should
be the mantra of those who mask
their inferiority with a mastery
of a clogged comprehension
what is before the viewers
eyes, re and re/rereading
the illiterate utter cut
of the curator's *gib"~
berish
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 4:50 PM UTC
There are times where I’m not myself.
I walk and stroll the passerby’s
With foreign eyes
To see if they can tell.
I am a lie of omission.
Not quite the truth.
A bit of a straight arrow,
With flavorings of the uncouth.
I’m not healthy for you,
(nor would I want to be.)
I am unattainable,
I am fiction,
I am fable.
Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 10:06 PM UTC
a twisty verbiage, but stop!
it is not cutesy or frivolous,
but an awed respect,
for that fact;
the complexity of the monumental
is the sum of:
the bricks, the letters,
the words, the lines, the stanza and
of course, the spaces in between
that makes simple so ****
complex
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 4:22 PM UTC
Many people claim God isn’t real
yet continue to speak,
“If it is in God’s will.”
Many people claim God isn’t real
yet will pray,
“God have mercy.”
Many people claim God isn’t real
but continue to recite scripture
in His name.
I wonder if they do this on purpose,
or if part of them still believes.
Maybe religion treated them wrong,
gave them no alternative but to leave.
I don’t blame them.
It’s hard to feel alienated
in a supposedly
“open community.”
Or maybe they’re in denial,
afraid of a higher authority.
Perhaps they know they haven’t been good,
that deep down, they never fit
the Christian standard.
But as much as they say they don’t believe—
we will beg on our deathbed
to get into a heaven we do not believe in,
as we are all just contradictions within ourselves.
It might be regret,
survival,
logic.
But in those final minutes,
you’ll pray to a God you deny
because no matter how you try,
you cannot accept
your own nature
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 12:38 AM UTC
There is no Yang
Without the Yin.
So tonight as the Moon
Moves to be reborn again
I, too, shall move within.
There is no Yin
Without the Yang.
So tonight once I shed my skin,
I, too, shall be reborn
With the rising Sun.
It is all balance. It is all Love.
©KSS 7/2018
Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 10:49 PM UTC
complexities and fantasies
swept up
in my mind
the balance beam
of yin and yang
all intertwined
a poetic soul
my heart always
a little too open
a pining lover
my feelings always left
a little unspoken
i romanticize
with smiles and eyes
and i cast spells too
a charismatic
hopeful romantic
with rose tainted views
melodious and melancholy
the labyrinth
of my life
©KSS 10/2022
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 8:28 PM UTC
13
Was the most unlucky year
Of the life
From the get go
I was skinnier
And more paranoid than
Dale Gribble
Helllo this day I still believe in aliens
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 10:35 AM UTC
I look at you
A ghost without boundaries
My hands reaching out
To grasp your heart
Nothing there to stop me
I look at you
Ephemeral
And ethereal
I wonder when you’ll see
The way I view you
An abstract concept
Far away
Never to be found
Never to be touched
Yet an object of limerence
An object of love
That is not to be realized
Saudade
Object of obsession
You are nothing more than that
You are much more than that
A ghost without boundaries
Dead yet alive in my mind
Fitting in the puzzle pieces
As I fit the parts of my heart
Last time it fell for you
Mar 31, 2024
Mar 31, 2024 at 2:16 PM UTC
Life is complex, she said to me
A statement unfortunately true,
Reiterating the fact, real happiness
Has become a fleeting virtue.
The single most excruciating task
Of anyone to ever, have to ask-
Is to live this life, so full of pain
As the human race, itselve's disdain
Yet, its as effortless as drawing breath
The simplicity of air
Our automatic processes
That which contagiously, we share:
Laughter, Heartache, Hatred, Hope-
the humanistic ways to cope.
Despite that complexities insue,
You know strength, to let faith renue
Bestow some courage, place belief
In all that initially brings you grief
Every morning, a new dawn's shining-
& every cloud, has it's silver lining.
Mar 31, 2024
Mar 31, 2024 at 3:56 AM UTC
I wish it was as easy
As you say it should be
To turn concern inwardly
Then, ultimately emerge again when successful in identifying the key to victory
I wish it was that easy
But I don't have it in me
I can't make clear the complexity
Of why I can't even be the me I need me to be to feed my family properly
I know I make it easy
To shame me, to pity me
To chain me to the pit of my own misery
Just don't let my last breath be what finally makes you take my plea seriously
You know as well as me
It's not as easy as "To be or not to be"
No further questions please
Until I free me,
I'll be in my headspace if you need me...
©2024
Feb 1, 2024
Feb 1, 2024 at 5:27 PM UTC
I don't think I spend too much?!
But, then I spill out my stylish shoe
Collection, an addiction, sorted by hue.
Cupboards flung open to reveal the gradient of such
And don't get me started on my collection of bags and the clutch!
Rivers of life run deep,
But, then I look at the contents of my journals;
The cries of "now and not yet" reveal how hormonal
Am I. Dim focus on the eternal creeps —
To cover more of the heart, I try to keep.
New year is near and nearer;
But a return to stillness yearns.
When we hide, these addictions burn,
Igniting guilt, shame, anguish and all —
Where are you, simplicity? Is this the fall?
Dec 28, 2023
Dec 28, 2023 at 10:58 PM UTC
An honorable human relationship — that is, one in which two people have the right to use the word “love” — is a process, delicate, violent, often terrifying to both persons involved, a process of refining the truths they can tell each other.
It is important to do this because it breaks down human self-delusion and isolation.
It is important to do this because in doing so we do justice to our own complexity.
It is important to do this because we can count on so few people to go that hard way with us.
from On Lies, Secrets, and Silence: Selected Prose 1966-1978
Dec 13, 2022
Dec 13, 2022 at 3:26 PM UTC
Who are you? Self awareness is very tricky.
You’re very complicated, we all are,
people are the most complicated things
we encounter in our everyday lives.
Now imagine two complicated people together.
We manage this complexity by limiting each other,
with social contracts, to limit usurious behaviours.
If we abide by the contracts things are simplified.
Part of that is being polite - you don’t want a complex,
bank teller, dentist or policeman - our society runs
on simple transactions - perhaps 10 for each of us daily.
The wild card is emotion - that’s why *** is so tricky.
Do you want to depend on an emotional doctor
or be stopped by a really emotional policeman?
I think not.
Nov 1, 2021
Nov 1, 2021 at 1:24 PM UTC
13.8 billion years
spark, space, and dust
boiling ball of gas
cold dark rock
an impossible miracle
70 billion dead
7 billion alive
me
a crystal lattice
of chemical bonds
ups and downs
forever dissolving
into a pool of entropy
a small heart
trying to make sense of it all
where have i come from?
where will i go?
in the infinite nothing
who am i? how do i know?
in the void of my anxiety
i see your beaming eyes:
two perennial stars,
a breathing soul that feels
and i know
that if death is the end
if life is but an illusion
you, my friend, were real
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 10:46 PM UTC
Ditch a complex world
Find peace in simplicity
It hurts your brain less
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 12:13 PM UTC
Mindful of others, but always deeper in thought.
You call it the folly of an inquiring mind,
Concern some may say diving to deeply
unsure of where this may take me.
Regarding the complexity of a frame.
I just see more than those who
open a door, and only see the other side.
So if the the hinges hold it what was behind.
Is it wrong to have an interest in more
than what others see as normal without
yearnings to find out what was, what's more.
Where I wished to delve deeper was only
an excuse for others to want it to wither.
never would I intrude, but my searching
eventually causes some unintended pain.
So I relent, I'm curious of the outcome some say.
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 4:48 PM UTC
There are many outer layers
Covering your skin
It takes a bit of stripping
To find what lies within
That is the beginning
Dig on and you will find
A thousand coats of rainbow paint
Covering the mind
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 3:26 AM UTC
Simplicity & complexity are a powerful combination.
Minimalism is discipline, the aesthetic is often pure and sensual; 'a simple joy’.
It strips the superfluous down to its essentials; it enables the viewer to contemplate the gaps and see the magic through simple repetition and gradual variation.
There is more room in our future when there’s less in it.
It's a setting for subtle syncopation, a place to break free from convention, a setting where aesthetic simplicity and abstract thought can combine to facilitate change, a space where human beings can create a tangible difference with very simple things; magical things.
By Pig-Man
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 5:12 AM UTC
Never can do it better my way
Outcomes hollow around the corner
Belittled, what else I could say?
Lifetime seems to be playing for forever
Arms to grab on, leaving it up
Having so much luck, can’t hold till the end
Confusions blur too much, mind can’t *****
It never comes to the point of nowhere
What could you do more?
Say as much as you want for life never comes tomorrow
Lives come and go till infinity covers the world
Never ending thoughts of getting serenity
Restless mounts the entirety of my mind
Free to fly like nothing’s broke
Yeah, it breaks me from within
Strangled not to breathe, never want it that way
Living the way life grows
Yeah, it breaks me from within
Easy to dig, matters go up and down
Taking it high but never looks it down low
Lingers to my feelings and later it hurts
Left standing in the dark with nothing ever glows
I’ll be known to the greatest, light up till your bound the limits
Unraveling the cloak of anonymity, spark up to shine
Innocence makes it up and leaves without a stain
What matters to me is the desire to make a name, nothing’s the same
What could you do more to me?
Wait till I can’t say no more
Caught up in a dream, it made me feel like this
Wants for the guts, disheveled lines for the throne
Fortunes stop knocking on me, waiting till the end
Timeless steals the life I’ve never known
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 11:49 PM UTC