"breakpoint" poems
I’m looking at the presentness,
Tomorrow breaks off like it makes no sense.
Yesterday begins to fade; past tense.
Today will vanish as I engage and not pretend to surf the waves
‘cause I’m actually just riding them.
At this breakpoint awareness has no imagination.
Tomorrow does
and yesterday is misrepresented by shoddy memory.
I leave no room for ambiguity.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 4:02 PM UTC
strike you down but standing your ground
Talk and play the victim once confronted
Avoid the drama but still continue to keep provoking
Name calling but silent not lowering to that level
Took a cheap shots moment looping in the mind
Should've done something outcome amount to nothing
Judged for being different did what was right
Pain that fades with time, stay strong for another day
Thankful for waking up sometimes feeling shaken up
Lost but will eventually be found start an new
Missing the old left too early but meant for something better
Not knowing what's next or what's to come a fear losing control
Being able to start again find the new no more obsessing over the old.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 2:00 AM UTC
naming my father's victories
past monoliths trapped
in glass case
and tracing my mother's tenderness
across the film negatives
we've no use for anymore.
yesterday was
a victory for my kindred,
while i still drag the augury of
yesteryears lovelessly
athwart the narrow corridors
yet this
man is still the wind
or a bamboo in duress
forced to
breakpoint.
the dinner clatter in the
kitchen mellows down to
wary dregs. my brother laughs
affording atonement
and everything at the verge
of palpable revelry,
i the unspoken yet
heard. my mother often wonders
from who did i inherit
such mood:
all dark
and trudging the infinite.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 5:17 AM UTC
my sorrows follow me into bed
they become like scorned lovers
begging me to stay but forcing me to leave
I'm left with tear-stained pillows
and tortured cries
and an ache that cannot be remedied
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC