A List Far Too Long
To resolve in a weekend:
Shattered ambitions
Tag Archives: Poetry
The Cost of Kindness
Spending just a moment
To think beyond yourself
Reaching past pride to
Grasp generosity
Forcing through anger to
Seek selflessness
Rejecting judgement to
Forgive
Releasing the past
To live
Ask a Foolish Question
Ask a foolish question
Cue mockery and scorn
Ask a foolish question
And wish that you weren’t born
Ask a foolish question
Hear the silence grow
Feel the sneering glances
And stop wanting to know
Ask a foolish question
Open yourself to pain
Ask a foolish question
Swear not to ask again
Ask a foolish question
Risk the fated burn
Ask a foolish question
If you truly want to learn
There Comes a Time in Every Life
One of the great things about writing is poetic license. It doesn’t have to be accurate or factual like an essay. It simply has to feel real. “There Comes a Time in Every Life” is like that.
Real to Me
I write what I feel is real,
What I believe is true.
Yet I see what’s real to me,
Is not so real to you.
Another Hand
Another hand,
Laying down its weight,
Adding a stack
To the too-full plate.
Another task,
Small and yet bold,
Ignoring the max
That the table can hold.
They Called It a Flame
They called it a flame.
I saw only darkness,
A cold, blackened void
No oxygen, tinder, or spark
Still, they told me to guard it,
To feed it. To nurture
That imagined thing in the dark.
That warm, fiery glow
In a night left unlit,
That flicker unseen
In a place without wind.
Heat unfelt, unobtainable
Insubstantial, unreal:
How can you protect
What you can’t even feel?
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