JUST SOOT
The day absorbed me Painted me black Spit me out as smoke And watched As I tainted everything I touched Just soot and ash Worthless
The day absorbed me Painted me black Spit me out as smoke And watched As I tainted everything I touched Just soot and ash Worthless
We are thirsty and hungry and no amount of whatever will satisfy us. We will, most of the time, be full but never satisfied. It’s a side effect for being alive. A constant yearning from the moment we are born. I believe we love and have the ability to love very deeply but we always…
I really feel this one today even though I wrote it years ago. The clock on the wallSpins faster these daysIt has slowly sped upAs each day comes to callAnd each night hardly staysI swear it’s true… shhhhJust listenAs the tick tick tickMoves steadily onAs echoes migrateFrom an underwater pastTo the surface of nowA million…
I realized recently much of my anxiety was attached to a feeling that I needed to be perfect. Act perfectly in all things. I know logically there is no such thing. I mean I KNOW that. But I don’t think my heart ever got that message. I must execute plans perfectly. I must do exactly…
I’m a big fan of black and white photography. Landscapes and portraits. It’s simple and yet a complex mix of shade, of brightness and hues. When it comes to experiences black and white just won’t do. I want bold and soft. Pastel and neon. I want to live in a world full of colorful personalities,…
Silence has a sound If you listen Does it sound like peace Quiet breathing Content thoughts Kind memories Your own heartbeat Or is it loud Electrical humming Chaos echoing A chorus of voices That sound like you? Berating you? Scolding you? Questioning you? And then answering you? Internal silence doesn’t exist And sometimes it asks…
It’s hard to explain The nature of things That are invisible Science tries to With measurements With observations Sampling reality By constricting By eliminating Trying to find The reason The basis The foundation That makes An invisible thing True or false But sometimes The invisible thing Is just invisible It doesn’t exist In the place…
Bucketfuls of worry Dumped into the sand Let them burrow Deep like crabs Let the ocean find them And carry them out to sea
I wash my face with midnightAs the moonlight settles inI let it sink into my skinAnd caress my every curveChilled from a winter breezeI’m numb to its nimble handFocus and clarity do I seekBreathing in frozen gustsMy lungs fill with rationalityAnd I can once again begin
I found calm Steady breath A place where The quiet feels… Composed But what if I’m in the eye Of the storm? What if chaos Has just settled Like sand does Waiting for the heat To clash with the cold Inside my brain What if his screams What if his anger What if their words…