#reconstruct
"All roads lead to Rome"
“No outcome will change”
Not if I don’t try, I won’t cry,
I won’t quite, I won’t fail
I’ll rewrite my outcome,
I’ll reconstruct the road,
I’ll write my own outcome
“You can try but you will fail”
I won’t fail, I won’t hesitate,
I will never stop, quite, falter,
I’ll repeat it over and over,
I’ll learn, fail, and improve
"But all roads lead to Rome"
Not if I try to change it,
Not if I start from Rome
“You’ll still end in Rome”
No, I won’t.
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 9:07 AM UTC
But can you reconstruct a family?
I doubt that you can
They’re supposed to be forever
But not if it includes some temporary man.
Please don’t get me wrong though,
I’m not blaming it on males,
I’m simply taking note of anyone who never shows up,
Or only when they feel they can.
Often now, I think everyone does too less,
I guess I’ve just gotten to the bitter point
Of seeing all these mis-connections,
As if it will be a dying art.
I know all too well though,
This type of imperfection’s everywhere,
It’s seeping into our bones and
It might even break our hearts.
There is a little goodness,
Inside everyone though.
In some hard times or people,
You may just have to look a little harder
To find it.
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 6:13 PM UTC
I've placed the ashes, so they won't be disturbed
sheltered and insulated for another day
entombed and protected unperturbed
there for the call unto the fray
No ceremonial burial for him/her
more like the pyre's remains
scraped captured and contained
though some consider it insane
One more day one more night
however long it seems
waiting for the signal light
awakening, from dreams
Time will roll the dice again
just before it's way too late
rendering the want and need
as rising from the ashes
heroes and heroines
rejuvenate
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC
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Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC
at the bottom of your hill
that sits along the oxygen you grow
i remember being pricked
by a thorny vine last winter.
just so you know,
i wasn’t there by myself.
the flower petals spill
to the ground all in a row
it felt like being kicked
in the stomach by a ram’s horn.
i cried and cried
when that lightning bolt took you down
and me, without a fortress,
and no place to shine my crown.
still waiting to build something
amazing again.
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 5:05 PM UTC
My tongue feels alien.
Naked,
it twists and stumbles
A piece of flesh
Trying to reclaim a past
with borrowed words.
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 11:23 AM UTC