#invested
How long will you stay uninterested?
In this relationship like me, even you have invested.
My idea of intimacy is based on my lifelong emptiness.
Have you too felt the pangs of loneliness?
How long have I been lonely in this world?
Well, essentially since my lonely & difficult childhood.
And now you might ask me another counter question.
If I had my parents along, why this notion?
Now, tell me, is having parents is sufficient?
Surely, we need siblings, friends, and a joint family.
Grandparents help you endure the pangs of loneliness.
Dear, have you ever been directionless?
How can you judge me based on your experiences?
Come to my world, take your time to assess.
Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 11:05 AM UTC
good thing you were just a crush
so that I didn’t get attached
heart not invested
nothing like that at all
I can forget those thoughts
they weren’t a big deal
you just caught my attention
nothing deeper than that
except my chest still hurts
when I imagine you holding me
but I’m not invested
I can forget you easily
I’m just curious about her
what’s her name?
you smile when you see her
even from across the room
but, I’m only curious
just as a friend because
I’m not attached to you
no, nothing like that
I can be around you
and be totally fine
acting natural and friendly
remember, I’m not invested
your smile hits me hard
and that little laugh too
but I'll be okay because hey,
at least I’m not invested, right?
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 12:25 AM UTC
The me self and the I self and we,
were imagining ourselves possessed
or, at least, stitched to our weform shadow
of an essentially spiritual sameness, as us
in weform, not just me,
and just me, only thinker thinking,
but we, the people judging each other,
after all, each day's worth, wasted or used,
trying to realize actual ever after, at peace
liking your baited hook with 'bated breath
held for your liking, look, we can turn blue,
waiting for the point where reality pops.
Leaving us scatter brained, and much the same,
as though we never used the time
to seem weformed, just right.
What good could one right idea do alone?
High five, zenwise, two one hands clapping…
in spirit we, our final form, once imaginable
strolling streets of gold, with nothing else to do…
judgement's all done, hell was not an option,
so one of us starts writing on the window
between here and there… and catches your attention,
this is that,
click bait, fishing for mental bytes, organized from bits.
Ever learning one can never know everything at once.
Just if, and what if, just said so soft,
another weform might think it all imagined.
While we think it more likely spiritual.
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 3:29 PM UTC
surfeit- stuck on the clipboard,
shadow of muse long
shadier than many
counterfeit
What good did I lose,
when I lost a day,
when I lost
yesterday,
man, the best hold
on the whole idea,
we ever had, duty
we share in
the world that we occupy, we inhabit,
so whatever good we do gets done,
one day at a time,
in this wilderness,
aspirational inspiration
is as fleeting as a thought never written,
but, if you caught the fleeting thing,
and wrote in the most flowing
effluently efficacious way,
beautiful zone shone known knowns
and lost it to a literal glitch,
an old forgotten buffer flush
lost in transfer from chaos, through
some kind of standard query language
patented Microsoft gadget,
for which, now,
I must wish a fix, a certain deja vuish
recovery that must be
in here,
some place I must seek
to find, or, leave it go,
one day,
what the hell,
the nonsense
of that as a question
or an expletive
at a surprise,
a wrinkle
a surfeit patience fabrication, too
compleatly
much idle time, too little aim
at being seen
at the scene
of the last confident lay down,
almost all I'll go rythms that we hear,
after sufficient trust exposure
surprise is never the plan,
value for value
idle words
for idle time.
A matched wisdom,
seeing the worth
of the effort
to be doing over,
ever put
right where
the surfeit nothing was…
put in place holding peace pose
So, now, then
sad, sorta,
not bad,
or mad.
At peace, permanence
advantage, eternally true
when you know you
knew backups exist,
or believed you knew…
tov ra, towb ra' gnosis,
da'ath chabad advantage
wisdom, is the kingdom
of truth, which, it is writ,
the God Jesus worships,
the spirit of truth, in truth
must be taken at true value
Faire and far dhe put here.
Say that tree holds witness,
with our wits about us we do
more thinking than other doing
so… Thinking, that other day…
deemed written off, but loved,
didn't we survive yesterday, ain't
this so, so we might make peace,
enough to fill the Boötes Void.
Using poems read once imagined twice.
Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 6:18 PM UTC
How easy it is, to be just, in lust
and not in love, it seems
the pains and all the suffering
fultile loving, always brings
Flesh to flesh, skin to skin
easier than emotions, tied
keeping all the caring thoughts
buried, deep inside
Thinking out loud, hopeful parity
expressing deeper, frame of mind
realizing much to late
her thoughts, and feelings
were not that way
aligned
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 10:10 AM UTC