#examine
All i see
Uncovering in front of me
Tearing at the seam
Colors colliding
All around
Feel the sound
Frequency released
Turn around
Its you,
Staring into
The mirror reflecting
Hi, hello.
Finally facing she.
klarity
the ones that sees beneath
shadows, coming to rise
Inner child, always resides
within the frame,
& she hides,she silently cries
she hates the way she thinks
I feel her pain, i want to comfort her
Must keep her safe.
Yet, her patience grows thin
I can't keep playing pretend.
can only run from myself
For so long
Until there's no more distractions
to save me from my own self.
Sure,
Try to put the reflection on the shelf.
Did the old you fade away?
Or are you just lying to yourself
Rejecting & silencing the parts of you
that still need help.
---
Keep running
Keep wishing
Keep waiting
The clock
Still ticking
Keep dancing
Until your sweet ever afters
you must see your shadows,
And not run astray
Time to integrate.
A healthy array
Instead of judging
Seek to understand
How about i apply it to
The one who's typing this
The one who feels the emptiness
And the bliss
Shes a paradox wrapped in skin
She loves
yet she hates
& she's trapped in her brain.
causes her to act in ways.
That she will probably rregret
Tomorrows yetserday..
Jun 20, 2025
Jun 20, 2025 at 10:35 PM UTC
<for my friends>
<pre-bot-era>
Poets, let us examine this friendship thing, again.
This is a poem of humans, regardless of our natural multi- flavored striations, that tend to over-define us, thus separating, instead of celebrating commonalities.
*Like most things we enjoy, our five senses are the gateway to pleasure, even the pleasure of friendships. They act in concert, a symphonic interplay that reenforces and heightens so that in combination they create a whole greater than a single sense could provide singly.
This is on my mind this week, as I wrestle to understand the meaningful possibilities, the limits of friendship.
Poets form bonds without hearing each other’s voices.
Poets connect despite geographic distances that makes grasping each others sinewed arms, caressing the softness of hard cheekbones, without ever having been granted the unique, all encompassing satisfaction of embrace, hugging.
Poets sometimes can hear but not see each other’s words.
Poets sometimes can see/read each other’s words, but never hear them voiced aloud in the authors own, true voice.
Poets sometimes cannot smell or taste each other’s words, though it can take a poem to another, higher sensory level of coloration.
And yet, a bond so strong forms that defies the conventional limitations of the physical. Should we share such a bond, them you know it, no need to ask for confirmation.
Words, can be gifted, without teleportation, even when and if the bridge of a shared spoken language is not extant.
This is nothing short of miraculous.
Just like friendship.
All my wrestling to true comprehend this state, for naught, for the miracle of words is like the color of water. Universal, invisible, but so varied, that it too bridges and is shared by every ! human body regardless of any human shape, color, form of the billions conceivable*.
But wrestle I do nonetheless, for the pleasure of this (non?)soluble problem that both creates queries & quenches simultaneously, so I break off this thinnest wafer to share with you, offering this notional:
All humans are poems.
All poems are human.
Solve this poem for human.
(And ignore the wet spots of my watery, clear tears staining this poem).
Oct 24, 2020
Oct 24, 2020 at 12:52 PM UTC
Examine yourself
Which direction should you go
You do have choices
Brian Hill - 2020 # 37
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 10:37 AM UTC
the appointment was on
i must go on
without wait
the author asked me
what is your name?
for my trouble, i forgot
i have a date
i wore good suite
try to be calm
everything was going fast
i went and looked
she asked," What is your age?
i forgot my birth date
i went to examine
they said get out your identity
it was away
i forget that by a way
she came again
she said,"Do you remind"
i said with smile
i forget all things even mine
except you my gold's mine
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
Next,
May I know your problem?
“I feel Pain.”
Where?
Here
Here
Here
Everywhere.
With smile she answered.
Whether I examined her, or
I got examined.
Though,
We were on Par.
Smile returned.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 9:01 PM UTC
I think
It's time to wake up
but hell
I'm nobodies alarm
I can't make you think
I can't save you
from all the hate
and all, the harm
Take a look around
no, not into space
examine what you know
is this a better place?
Divisive, and derisive
agendas, still unseen
living in the here and now
and minus, all your dreams
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 8:47 AM UTC
When the conversation fades, and interest is gone. Island drift farther apart.
Burning down the maze, to get to the point, when new beginnings start.
Eyes aching to examine you. Before to long, the death of the heart.
The weight so heavy. I look to you & feel the beauty of this worlds art
When minds flower blooms, healing open wounds. Guided by the light of the moon.
Don't fear the faun, it has such beauty to gaze upon.
When darkness is lit, I will see it fits, and be happy even in my tomb.
I held such artistry in my hands. I can rest happy after this place is gone.
WHEN
the purifying waters we lay in, love, lust and sin. I see we're swimming before long
We witnessed it all under the sun .The new beginning has began.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 5:12 AM UTC
When things seem difficult miserable
Life is turning away from you
Intimidated and worn out you remain
In darkness at a corner you examine
Watching the sky as it disappears
Reminding the lost beloved ones
How beautiful and caring they were
Vanishing without saying goodbye
Shortening your long life span
And leaving you destitute and lonely
Deeply you wonder
How life can really be unfair
To honest and good people like you
But all you let go off
And focus to mend your life
And strengthen your heart
With good and caring friends on your side
Opening the picture of brightness
Knowing GOD holds your hand
Leading you to your success
Stars embracing the whole sky
And you know your journey has started
In pursuit of your purpose
Slowly matching from dusk to dawn
With smiles and determination
In whispers you read your heart
ALWAYS STAND STRONG
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC