"trajedy" poems
forrest fires in my head put out by your punctuation
because your pause between sentences feel just as comforting a your body close to mine
a savior in black and white written in galaxies before concepts of color were strewn about
the simplest shared breath took trajedy from terminal, to taking it one step at a time
safety cuffs on criminals with broken hearts as our only crime
we look to you to save us
and I was the lucky convict to catch your inquiring glance
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
You wonder why young children look in the mirror
In disgust with themselves.
Why they go looking for love
In places they know it won't be found.
You can't comprehend why they,
With so much ahead of them, bury themselves
In an avalanche of notifications
Intangible, glowing distractions.
A sick, insuperable obssession
With the thought that
Connections to trajedy somehow transform them
Into more beautiful creatures.
Our generation is enthralled
With negative space.
Gaps in time;
Valleys eroding inward until
There is just
*Nothing
Left
To give.*
Happiness is out there for all
Who lift their heads from the blankness..
Let's bring ourselves back into a pure,
Simple life.
It's worth living.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
indefensibly on the offensive
trying to hide weaknesses
and anything else
that might reveal
true self and true feelings
especially
those concerning
love or spiritual belief
emitting political opinions
or tales of personal trajedy
while omitting anything
that might make a person vulnerable
to soul exploration
or a sense of one's actuality
all the images have faded
here we are
face to face
amid the horror
of this world
Jun 24, 2010
Jun 24, 2010 at 12:30 PM UTC
meditations emanate in the summer breeze
seals & croft plays on the radio
a familiar voice
a welcomed pause
otherwise complicated
wandering thoughts
all come together
like Greek soldiers
at the gates of Troy
hope, faith, love, laughter,
my Trojan horse
these revealing hours
turn to minutes
thoughts dispel
through the walls of
doubt, disgust, & hate
we pass through
onto incredible interests
articulated discussions
one on one considerations
we sketch familiar ideas
while droplets of time
fill empty buckets
that overflow
like every Greek trajedy
that must come to an end
we bid farewell
go back to the battle
and face our Achilles heel
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 8:28 PM UTC