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 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"
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
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
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
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
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
We ran along the shore like horses, Glorying in strength and speed; Where we we went was not important, Just to love and drink and feed Near the endless, boundless waters, We were wild, we were free, Summers spent in foam and breathless By the teeming, timeless sea
What were we children? Unafraid, The world spread out beneath our feet — We’d promises we meant to keep: For time would later come to sleep, And we had villains to defeat. On city streets and fields of green, The greatest hope of smallest hearts: To see it all, and by all to be seen.