Tag: contemplation

  • Baby Bird

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    I woke up feeling murky. A world is a nest and I was waiting to be fed. My feathers were starting to settle in and I realized I knew this, because for the first time in my life, my eyes were open. Every sensation was there to be seen, felt, and known. I was a…

  • Just Words

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    I speak with what I have—Its value per your appraisal. My words are just words,Mine but nothing more Unless you adore themAnd embrace them as yours.What good are they? I wonder,As wondering as all I am permitted,As I disallow myself a final judgmentSince in doing so I condemn myselfTo a finality, to a reality,To confess:…

  • Untitled (Mirror)

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    I see a mirror and I do not understand, But I must be careful with that.The worst path ends in a labyrinthAnd from there, the turn you take nextIs all the same. You see yourself,A version murky and sinister,Holding a rusted dagger And upon seeing you,It thrusts it deep within its stomachAnd again and againAnd…

  • Another Glamour

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    Harsh! By all events,The course that had ruptured throughHardly was ever so evident inThe eyes of those who lay before it. An example! How?For the betrayal of understanding markedA semblance of tepidity If only as suchSince the meaning of greatnessDissolves like salt in a boiling pot. The product becomes the attentionAnd the components are lesser…

  • To My Eternity!

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    I gave a courageous roar before the morningAnd like that, I was renewed,With newly gathered attention for the day.My muscles ached, but my brain was refreshed,And freedom surged within me.Pain is temporary, as is today,And in this moment, I am eternal.I let this feeling course through me,Embracing it fully,Refusing to let even a drop of…

  • Good Day

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    A day was taken without pleasure or reward,A day endured, rather than a day lived,A day that opened the wrong door and saw itself out.Night grappled the day until it turned purpleAnd day became like the nightFull of dark with a tease of light. I wanted the day carved into meSo memory could not fail…

  • The Fundamental Problem

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    Ido a fanciful amount of projection. The only thing I ever really understood was myself and even as far as that is concerned, I am largely ignorant. Imagine that? The one thing you lay claim to still not being truly yours? I belong to myself as much as a leaf belongs to a branch that…

  • After All That, It Was There

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    Everything is starting to coalesceFrom every dream that ever took breathUntil it all makes senseWhich makes one wonderHow could I have never seen this beforeAnd my heart swelled, my eyes wateredFrom sunbeam to moonbeam, it’s always been hereWithin reachThere, a delicate hand and a strong smileVanquishing doubt with a warm promiseEverything will be alrightI never…

  • What is all this shit worth anyway

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    All worthless thoughtsShould be hung and then discarded,Burnt to oblivionSo not a shred of them remains.Distasteful wordsAll secondhand and worn outShould be left to rot,Left to become worm shit.And let’s make soil of it all,The char, the shit,And allow something better to flourish,Something worth our attention.

  • Declaration

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    What do I have to fear? I’m alive!My cells are teeming with vigorAnd I’ve never seen so clearerAs the path I desire shapes itselfBefore me:A golden—no, silverOr, rather, any color path(Because all that I desire is for me)Lies aching for meTo undertake my greatest journey.I’ll have it, I’ll take it;I’ve grown weary of waiting!It’s for…