When it was me,
The good around me stuck
because you saw it there —
The beauty in the eye that paints
over the defects in the thing, itself.
But these things I wish on no one:
To be seen as you truly are,
To see love turn its head away,
Or to know what people really think about you.
Grateful Doubt
Two chairs
Exhausted whispers
Wrinkled clothes
The magic is in the everyday
Book to read
Toast for dinner
A warm shower
How many years do we get?
I do not know what awaits
But I am grateful for this moment,
These moments
For real love is
Unremarkable
To share is human:
Non-Conversations
At home, with his soliloquies, His fantasies, his memories, His thoughts about disparities, The youth he’s seen destroyed — He struggles to find meaning in The flow he’s intervening in By screening in, and leaning in And typing to the void — For what is self-esteem but this? To find and hit what seems amiss, But miss the inside ludicrous The unity deranged A world no longer recognized, Just shadow-strangers, all despised, Not knowing, with hope fossilized, That he’s the one Who changed
To share is human:
The Quest, Not the Conquest
"The journey, not the destination" -- That is what they told her; But was going anywhere Without a "where" to go? But now, upon another hill With many leagues behind her, She's realized the "where's" of life Are never all we know The only way to reach the truth Is sideways, and with stealth -- And it's the effort makes the journey, The crux of what she's learned about Herself
To share is human:
Chalk
The words on this board —
Sixteen years old;
The writers,
Long-sleeping, I fear —
But this chalk, that’s the byword
For transcience,
Is somehow, some way,
Still here
It’s hard to know reasons
For what has been;
What’s lost,
What has yet to be built —
But somethings remain
That we can’t explain
Wrapped up in
Survivor’s guilt
To share is human:
tristis capra
a heavy head over sad shoulders, when all the strength you have is composed of your sorrows — how, my friends, do we all sink under the same shared weight without realizing that is what unites us? or should
To share is human:
Your Destiny
Across the valley green and wide Your life, your heart, your destiny A time to act, a time to watch The song of faith and family To age: the sin some can’t forgive But years are gifts for those who see That beauty sleeps within the pain That’s life, that’s hope, that’s destiny
To share is human:
that doom is always coming is easy to predict, for all we know dwells deep within a certain interdict that wind and wash will wear away whate’er we think the norm — so lives are what we are, and do, before and in the storm
To share is human:
Summer Landscapes – 4
It was the June of growing up, Surrounded there by living things, A lesson found in passiveness, And moss that tangled up like strings Like young ideals that shatter on The petals of what were your dreams The sweet perfume of giving up And being still when all within you Screams
