Isn’t it funny how desires change? One day in the mirror, that thing becomes... strange.
Love, Wealth, Expression, and Knowledge.
Values that define the meaning of our actions.
What do you praise?
What is it that you seek?
Long have I lost my self in love,
Often I have drifted among the tides.
Wealth attracts me absently- like a trophy bride.
Expression has its merits but carries many fates.
And knowledge of my purpose is all I seek of late.
In bitter longing... warmth reels back in touching cold solitude. This emptiness runs deep. Though the echoes bring fear to happy minds, may hope sing louder. In the night- let the echoes of light being us together in wonder. A choir of ancient voices in the sky; we are as we think. Alone in sacred silence. Divided only be hesitation.
Given all the good times
Finding lost fury in low fi rhymes
Chromatic masterpiece, dissonant melody.
Speaking between seconds
Living in these words
Because I’m a brightened lie.
No shame to defend
Bearing down on enemies to befriend
Clutching to a civil end
Reprimand and rend.
With nothing worthy to speak
Words may wither and weep
My lost lover, no more a sheep
Awakened; see past sleep.
Fortune of the lost ones:
Peace under a calm sun
What is poetry?
Music without song.
An army of ideas in my head
My place to be real with myself.
Because no one cares.
I have finally arrived
All these years pushing
and I am finally alone
Ever an outsider.
So I whisper to Prose through my phone,
Admissions, confessions, regrets....
Because these are not things that people want to hear.
Poetry... evidence of emotion
Poetry... fate in form
Poetry is magic.
Spell(ing) out our truth.
Words are a chance to see.
The people who stay..
What do you see in me?
This corrupt and selfish vessel
Denying reality in favor of fantasy
My disguise is truth
Why do you help me?
Bereft of love,
I have the voice of an empty one
Curious, confused, and callous
In the face of charisma-
I’ll drown out the light with righteous condescension.
This infinity is lies
Living low in time.
I tried to slit my wrist.
With considerable force,
And a fast moving hand
Bearing a kitchen knife
I remember focusing my energy and watching the sharp blade glide across my skin- only for it to conform and compensate.
Was it a miracle or an anomaly?
Is it an accident or a gift?
Protected again by... fate?
Or just lucky?
This event, whilst considered with others,
“Destiny awaits you”
Yet I can choose no path.
So is it a blessing or curse?
This journey with no destination
“Man plans. God laughs”
What is in store for me?
Dare I hope to know love again?
Am I strong enough?
To love, and be loved in return?
Love is strength...
Though you must be strong to earn it.
That bitter self-defeating slippery slope
Smile into the chaos.
See how the pieces move
Watch the flames dance
As we are cast aside, ashen
This morning I fell in love with a beautiful black girl.
Her name was Kathryn. I just knew it, I don’t remember anyone telling me. She was at my door. The minute I knew it was her I ran outside to talk.
I told her I dreamt about her
And she said “you are”.
The confusion was swallowed by awkward tension. She went into my neighbor’s apartment. The spell remained unbroken.
How many times must I fall in love with specters?
Is it a vision?
Or did I envision it?
Cause when I woke I missed her desperately.
Like a lost treasure.
Never to be rediscovered.
I hope she is real. Stranger things have happened