#possibilities
sometimes a moment scares
more than four horseman
charging against your will
against your help to this world
when you think of what
you could've been
if you weren't with yourself
only some saw this
on one side of the coin
of the possibilities
and took it to the last reality
on birds' high blood
(birds high fly)
mind flows in minds
darkness comes
even when the lights appears
every blind glances must come
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 8:35 PM UTC
Want muscles to lift–
the Klarstein AC box two stories,
my goddaughter hanging like a monkey from my arm,
my wooden desk, vacuum underneath.
Want money for–
wasting time studying poetry at McGill,
a scandinavian-style apartment in Griffintown,
donating 500 a month to CMHA.
A homeless woman–
I gave her 4 dimes,
71 dollars for a Phillips Bodygroomer 7000,
Amazon Prime, one day shipping.
Bee book– edited Joana’s new chapter,
didn’t drive Patricia home.
Good,
or maybe bad.
I want.
I want freedom.
Want of kindness.
Want of power.
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 4:07 PM UTC
I thought of you today my sisters...
And tears filled my eyes,
Long, streaming tears that fill up buckets in the lap over the sides and splash onto the tips of my fingers,
as I reach to swipe the corners of my eyes,
and a salty droplet touches my lips, reminding me of my own fragile mortality.
Reminders come in waves, either chilling me to the bone or warming me up like a childishly sweet cup of warm cocoa that would never dare to burn your lips.
Moistened eyelashes straighten themselves out and blink away their reminiscences of yesterday's Conversations and heart-rending memories.
Blithe spirits sway to and fro, ever hopeful at the possibilities of being called out by name and sending a sparkle of starlight in their direction, easing their journey past the Milky Way and the timeless edges of the universe.
Don't pack your bags yet they say…
Relinquishing your mortality with grace; whether expected or shockingly sudden, the whys and wherefores of your integumentary shawl are mysteriously hidden,
Just out of grasp it seems.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 5:57 PM UTC
Leave, burning your past
won't be a problem, if you --
take the fire with you.
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 3:57 AM UTC
If no one ever likes it,
can you still call it art?
If no one understands,
is it still alright to fall apart?
If you've only ever hated,
can you still say that you have heart?
And if you really want to help,
when can you actually start?
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 10:42 AM UTC
You ever thought that maybe to be realigned with your person they may need to miss you to appreciate you. You holding on with a death grip, constantly accessible interfering with the process. Trust the process. Whats for you will always be for you.
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 6:54 AM UTC
Let your life live let it drift
As stars in the night-light
In the land of my dreams
Like the Sun like the Moon
Like everything that could be
Let it exist let it become free
Like stardust in your hand
Scattering yellow sand
Flowing down as water
I breathe in deeply
Gaze into your eyes
A falling star and rainbows
Like raindrops
On branches of trees
The blue glows high
In the sky
The color of the sea
Dark but not black
Eye to eye as I start
To fall for you apart
In 2000 pieces of my heart
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 5:22 PM UTC
Disregard anything I say.
Write and write
Philosophical ideas
Opinions, contradictions
Fake news and constrictions
The river and forest, love and emotion
Printing with thought and handling devotion
Conquering the pen and the art of life
Relatable hatred, melancholy, strife.
Yes, the worldly things are all accounted for
But what of the things we don’t already know?
Have you thought about that?
Anything different from the words of our poems
Not the unknown but farther past that,
Have you thought?
Something that contradicts the very laws of the lead from a pencil
Or keys on a computer
Far behind relatable, or history.
Far ahead of imagination
Have you thought?
No, few minds have gone past the supposed boundaries humanity has set forth for everyone on earth.
Try to think of a new color
A new smell
A new taste,
Indifferent from anything you’ve already experienced.
Think, think!
Or can you not, has your brain failed you?
Try again;
Think of the sky if it was not
Or the sun if it was the sky
But green
And filled with leaves from the autumn wind
If it was not wind
Think of not as if it was sure
And grasp hold of possibilities
If they were tiny pebbles in your hand.
Break the barrier, if you dare
But I bet you are already making assumptions in your mind
“Impossible” “Crazy” “Nope”
These walls will only build taller.
But break through them, I know you can’t, but try. Try anyway.
Or disregard anything I say.
Make _new_, whatever it means to you.
Dec 9, 2024
Dec 9, 2024 at 9:02 PM UTC
Take care when you dream,
not to get lost in all your --
possibilities.
Dec 4, 2024
Dec 4, 2024 at 3:41 AM UTC
I've stopped telling myself there's still a possibility it'll be okay
Honestly,
Mostly only because I've run out of things to say
That and I am tired of lying to myself everyday
There must be another way...
Either that or I just don't know how to play
What do the rules say?
©2024
Jun 18, 2024
Jun 18, 2024 at 4:59 PM UTC
Cry me a river
of joy,
she said
I knew she meant it,
by the silence
by the memory of her laughter,
how she poked fun
how she rubbed me down with giggles of mirth,
bellies gyrating with angst
and rambunctious
passion
I knew it
It was not the idea
of her
that scared me,
not anymore
would I think of women
that way
What
it was
that scared me
was how I knew we'd say goodbye
and I'd be okay
for once
okay
and happy she said goodbye...
Happy we didn't shovel moats & forge keeps,
establish plans of attack & surrender
belabor, humming & hawing, over broken treaties,
over civilian casualties
the banishment of civil liberties
and the proverbial
dictatorships of,
"I'm not the problem, so, it MUST be you."
Reply with,
"Yes, it is me."
I knew it,
"I'm sorry!"
Jinx!
Not this time.
This time,
she said goodbye.
And so did I. At least, inside.
And she meant it,
and it was honest.
And so was I. A small comfort.
First of many...
Her goodbye was a kiss that could rival
daydreams
of memories that are
more remixed than the splotches of oil
on a painter's palette,
and,
more dibbled and dabbled, than ten playlists of slow jams,
in my arsenal of hopeless stratagems,
bearing the desperate subtext of,
'park your rear end
where I can't begin to ask honestly.'
Because,
honestly,
if this weren't goodbye,
I could only trade this goodbye,
for ten thousand "Hello's"
whose end and beginning are lost to the tides of status quo,
of forget me nots
and anniversaries,
and picture frames
of days where we forgot what 'goodbye' meant,
because we learned to speak the truth...
And isn't it the truth,
that goodbye,
was so much sweeter than,
I can't stand,
how much we fought for a t-shirt
that eponymously said,
"I cried over spilt milk, and all I got was this t-shirt."
because none of us know
the name of the game,
but we know we hate playing it
Mar 22, 2024
Mar 22, 2024 at 6:49 PM UTC
The breeze stretches and cools the season
along the country road
variegated light, leaf-filtered
from trees that lean
in rivalry for my eager eyes.
Their foliaged arms dangle, then drop
an amber snowfall all around
as if to awaken me
to the autumn creep
into my bones that click and tick
with each tottery step.
Earth awakens me to the beauty
in this splendorous season
of the gliding swaying passage
of life in alteration
and spiritual invitation
to bathe in the slow current of creation
along this road
and its cool and bright possibilities.
Dec 4, 2023
Dec 4, 2023 at 2:09 AM UTC
stifled in this house of mirrors
thought my promised love was here
my flaws become all too clear
critical seeds deposited deep
i can see them blossom here
rose petals, swollen fruits
but no pair in this house of mirrors
cracked the case, racked my brain
all this data, i need to leave it
in this house of mirrors my confidence is decaying
my ego grows tired, i lean into yoga
realize my ego’s expired, my old life is over
my stability is fading
in this house of mirrors i saw possibilities
in this house of mirrors i saw atrocities
in the shadows of ambiguity, i almost lost me
balancing beam, shattering dreams
warped perception, endless maze
biological embrace, removal of societal shame
this house of mirrors lives with me today
Jul 21, 2023
Jul 21, 2023 at 9:29 AM UTC
Live life wholeheartedly
With wide eyed awe and wonder,
Like an innocent child
Joyfully believing in folk tales,
Unicorns, 🦄
And rainbows, 🌈
Believe in those fairy tales,
Believe in possibilities,
Believe in you,
For what you believe you will achieve,
Your potential is limitless
When you let yourself shine ✨
Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 6:04 PM UTC
What if I fell?
What if I fell and never stopped?
Could I fall through time
Could I exist only within myself?
Then what would happen if I did stop?
Suspended in midair,
Would I find beauty or worthlessness?
Would I find life within my reach
Right then and there?
Or would I see that everything is nothing
That I am, yet I am not.
Am I trapped inside my skin?
Am I trapped in a prosthetic body,
A prosthetic society?
If I lay on the ground
And took a breath
Would the world breathe with me?
Could I become a piece of nature
Could I just simply be?
Why do I search for pointless meanings?
If I found the answers, would I be happy
Or even more alone?
Whys and what ifs cloud my head
The haze is a gentle push
To be more than it is that I am
I feel nothing, yet I feel every little thing
Why won't I accept?
Why do I swim in possibilities
That pull me back and forth?
Dancing around in numbness
Yet emotions sit right next to me
Entertaining the idea
That this is all that's left
Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 7:39 PM UTC
When we look to the future
let’s remind ourselves that the sun
shines all the time for everyone
and in making dreams
with possibilities
we distill hope
and our faith carries us on
even if like a candles it flickers
we will relight the flame
because we know love is the Holy Spirit’s
name.
Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 3:26 PM UTC
Blue illuminate
Black conceal
Minutes tick by
Where is fate?
All seems so unreal
In the seconds that fly
Strange, dim light
Unsure of the battles to fight
The foes to be hidden and sly
Or confident and outright
Slip away into sleep
Or rise to face the early dawn?
Fall back into the sweet,
Ever forgiving escape
Or stand and take on what lies ahead
The outstretched hand that can make
Any number of possibilities
From merely that to, instead, realities
To glimpse upon that which may lie ahead,
Or to fall into the tangles of the mind?
To venture forth into that which may become known,
Or to remain entranced in the confines of familiarity?
The answer, the choice to be made
Lies in every dawn.
- Jay M
February 23rd, 2021
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 10:55 AM UTC
Hope is to ignite a spark within, remind us of things forgotten;
of lessons yet to be learned;
of love lost and found in places unforeseen;
of the wonder within each of us;
of who we were, are, and will become;
of the universal rhythm of life that beats within all of us
and of possibilities that reside in an endless tomorrow.
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 4:12 PM UTC
anything is possible. i don't mean this in a good way.
will you look at me while i'm talking?
not like that.
i know you are.
i want you to see me. i want you to keep up.
i could go completely ******* crazy.
i could never speak to any of my friends ever again.
i could join a fundamentalist christian cult.
i could drop out of college.
i could look into the mirror and see my own eyes reflected back to me, or gouge them out to be free of the burden. i could do anything, but it's all a matter of actualization.
you have to know what you're looking for
before you go out to find it.
the story the eyes try to sell you is always leaving something out.
you want this to be easy. you want the mirror to have a purpose.
don't we all?
you want to know what you want, but we are all stumbling blindly through this desert.
alone despite being inches from one another.
i'll try not to get too cocky,
because the only difference between you and me
is concept, language;
life is a whole other beast to cage.
don't get too hung up on definitions.
definitions are for law. this is poetry.
this is me building a mirror just to break it.
it's funny, how that always turns out.
realized desires are boring.
we get what we want
and we break it.
every mirror shatters in the end
and we all die a solipsist,
wanting and narcissistic.
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 10:02 PM UTC
Gone I am
Into the past
Where memories haunt
Gone I am
Into the future
Where possibilities fly
Here I am
In the present
Where I must survive
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 6:02 PM UTC
"Things are becoming good",
What beautiful lines erupt from the wisdom,
Oh!
not from me,
From one who had pree,
Pree myriad possibilities,
Unheralded life proffered serenity.
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 10:52 AM UTC