#poetryofbecoming
LIFE’S JOURNEY
"Childhood"
A canvas bright
Dreams painted in laughter
Innocence dances freely
Time shifts
"Adolescence"
A bridge of change
Questions painted in doubt
Finding paths through twisting roads
I explore
"Growth spurts"
Seasons unfold
Roots deepen, branches stretch
Lessons learned through joy and tears
I become
"Maturity"
With each step, truth
Carved by trials and trust
Wisdom blooms, a guiding light
I am whole
"Journeys"
Miles and moments
Footprints etched in time's sand
Memories wrapped like warm blankets
I remember
"Dreams awaken"
Voices call my name
Horizon beckons softly
Chasing stars with hopeful visions
I will soar
"Transitions"
Shadows and suns
Life’s compass turns and bends
Navigating heartbeats, fears
I am here
"Reflections"
Mirrors reveal
Stories woven in lines
Each wrinkle a chapter, each smile
I embrace
"Connections"
Threads of friendship
Stitching hearts into one
A journey of shared moments
We are strong
"Legacy"
Seeds of wisdom
Planted in the young souls
Growing roots that touch the heavens
We will rise
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 4:36 AM UTC
A weeping man still sways from side to side...
paying for a borrowed smile, hoping it makes
change for something close to beauty.
Truly balance feels expensive these days,
and I keep losing it in small ways.
A full bottle waits by my bed; to only wet
my tongue— I’ve been running too hard
in my sleep, chasing dreams that never
learned how to let me rest.
Somewhere, we skipped a thousand years
of youth; time didn’t notice—_it rarely does._
I hold tighter now, hands shaking but honest,
to the few things that still feel real—and take
one steady step into what’s next.
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 3:34 PM UTC
Every living being must be aware of its impending demise.
Or is it just me, —seeing the dead end before we
even get the chance to die?
Lie. Say "I do," see us grow old together to gather that which we will put asunder. I ponder.
A poem comes to me, she said: This world is fragile. It can crumble so easily, but baby, don’t be afraid to take your tongue out and taste it.
All of it: the good, the bad, the limitless hope.
This life will hit you, hard—in the face. Then wait for you to get back up so it can kick you in the stomach.
But getting that wind knocked out of you will remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.
She is good with words.
Yes—there is hurt, here.
That cant be healed by poetry.
But there is also joy, laughter, and a pinch of happiness.
Unforgetting dreams beyond the ages.
Because these, — Yes, these are the days of our lives.
Where every living being is aware of its impending demise.
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 3:11 AM UTC
_Ballerina creases_ – a ballad of broken pieces,
Break me down in parts, where pain still leases.
My past lives on in inches, bruised by time,
Dancing round the reasons, moving out of line.
Features of me—like a painting left incomplete,
Still breathing, still dreaming, still finding my feet.
Out in the field, trying not to fall behind,
One step ahead of a runaway mind.
Stable thoughts, but the engine’s wild—
Horsepower pulling my inner child.
A wagon of dreams, heavy with code,
I’m stalling, I’m shifting—__about to load.__
Don’t sell your soul or cheapen your goal,
Even the prettiest dreams can be sold.
We don’t own it all, yet still owe it all—
Through rain and snow, we rise, we fall.
Chasing myself through a frozen road,
Where passion burns, and a runny nose shows.
They can’t see breath—or the vision you hold,
But seeing it yourself is what helps you go bold.
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 5:30 PM UTC