When and Still…

When and still she hoped for better, She set out to learn and conquer; She set out, but soon was set back Wandering in fields of sorrow Happiness was just — denied her — Truths she meant to tell belied her — When and still she reached for higherShe found solace in desire

the breathing time

like all around you inhale slow and exhale slower the breathing time internalized and felt through leading past all the things let go or meant to

An Absence

I guess it’s silence that I fear, Or maybe crave, I cannot tell:These strange, familiar feelings — lost Inside this world I know so wellAnd all that once was certitude Comes crashing down in dust and din,And what a mess I’ve made of things And what an empty man I’ve beenThe fullest, widest feeling: lack. … Continue reading "An Absence"

When It Was Me

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 … Continue reading "When It Was Me"

Grateful Doubt

Two chairsExhausted whispersWrinkled clothesThe magic is in the everydayBook to readToast for dinnerA warm showerHow many years do we get?I do not know what awaitsBut I am grateful for this moment,These momentsFor real love isUnremarkable

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, … Continue reading "Non-Conversations"

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 -- … Continue reading "The Quest, Not the Conquest"

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 hereIt’s hard to know reasonsFor what has been;What’s lost, What has yet to be built —But somethings remainThat we can’t explainWrapped up inSurvivor’s guilt

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