I’ve wanted an image conveying who I am; I’ve toyed with badgers and psychedelia. It hit me, though, today, what I am like. I’m like a seashell. Passive, on the beach; Just watching others as they amble by, But if you hold me up close to your ear, You might hear the ocean, The past … Continue reading "Seashell"
Most friendship is a blessing, but I think mine is a curse: For when I help, I often hurt And just leave people Worse
An effort at something like self-awareness.
Behind these words, there is a me; I’ve hidden him for years —- I’ve been afraid of God-knows-what, And lived within those fears. I’ve tried to find the heart’s extremes From safe within the middle; I’ve reached for objectivity, But in this life, there’s little. For who and what I am determines How I think … Continue reading "Behind These Words"
across the near and distant sea she sees a future still unsure amid the world’s inconstancy an admixture of what is pure and what is stained and bruised is there. but she knows as she gazes far, be it on land or sea or air, it’s farthest to the place you really are
I've been like this as long as I can remember.
. I am the evil I rail against I am the vanity I see everywhere I am the target of my own invective I am the skulking shadow of cowardice . I who approach these words do so in fear I who fail almost as often as I try I who wanted always to be … Continue reading "The “I” That Writes These Words"
If you are under-challenged You’ll be called hyperactive It’s easy to be virtuous When you are unattractive When girls think boys are all the same That’s what they’re sure to find Since eyes point out instead of in We’re, all of us, self-blind