Posted in New Work, Poetry

Remnants.

Easy for you

to rip my heart in shreds,

easy for your selfish whims

to overshadow your care for me.

Once, I was special

to you.

Now, I’m only useful;

A tool that’s needed only occasionally –

compared

to a time when I was

precious

and wanted,

The sparkle’s worn off…

I still don’t know what to do with

these remnants.

 

04 December 2019
Posted in New Work, Poetry, Self-discovery and growth, Thoughts and Ruminations

Visual Eyes

I have trouble
making consistent eye contact.

Two reasons:

First, eye contact is energy exchange,
and most energy is non-refundable.
I can’t share energy with everyone
this way.

Second, it is often I find myself
attempting to visualize my words
as I speak them
and my eyes like to follow the
paths my mind takes…

Aware though I am
It often appears I’m not attentive,
I’m paying full attention
to every possible aspect

and my mind travels
multiple directions

at once.

 

09 November 2019
Posted in Forgotten writings, New Work, Poetry

Bad Vision

How much I take in
from just observing
the people and things around me…

But often more than never
the beautiful act
of being watchful
shows me ugly truths
about others.

And…

Every now and then,
I question my own vision.

 

22 October 2019
Posted in New Work, Poetry, Self-discovery and growth, Thoughts and Ruminations

Used-Tos (Next Episode)

I have some trouble

telling people all my “used-tos,”

It leads down this rabbit hole

of more things

I used to do, think, be, say, see.

And it seems like

I have issues,

but honestly, they’re more like

Editions…

every one more distinct than its predecessor,

and each

a different minefield

to navigate.

I used to fear judgment,

But now,

I wait patiently

for the next episode;

Life is an unending season.