Tag: contemplation

  • It Returns

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    I’m hollowed out, Every part of me spilled out before the world To be seen, to be discarded; Little aspects I’ve grown to disdain, So I’ll give it up! So why do I place it in the royal blue bin? It always comes back to me; After all, that is me. So what choice do…

  • It Burns with Post Script

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    Have you ever wept to the point Your skin was left singed? As if each tear was an ember, The fragments of once-was-passion, Leaving a trail of red from the corner of your eyes. My fingers trace the burn marks, Needlessly wiping away the embers; My soul remains scorched all the same. I dismiss its…

  • Today’s Haiku

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    Warmth on a gray day An easy delight like home Feeling like fullness -k.r.r.

  • A Brilliant Path

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    I observe how the sunlight falls gently onto the sea, Illuminating a great patch like a brilliant path My feet aches to grace. Witnessing this marriage of cold and hot, Wet and dry, water and flare, My heart swells like the waves And I feel something undulating within me: A frenetic passion born of fresh…

  • How a Boy Thinks

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    It’s pointless, Expecting an ember to suddenly catch ablaze; As soon as it hits the ground, The spark lost its life and became ash. An often banal observation, But even dust can inspire So why not just receive it for now? You can let it go later. I am tired. The world revolves around me…

  • Save Me

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    Happiness by proxy is not enough; I pray something within me will save me, Like the fountain of my soul becoming self-contained So I’ll always be replenished, As if to say, I know I am enough. -k.r.r.

  • Foul

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    My mistakes have free rein in the pastures of my mind, Grazing on the grasses of my subconscious; Their excrement becoming thought, Putrid and unwelcome. -k.r.r.

  • On The Foolishness of Regret

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    If I loved myself, I would not know regret For I must embrace my own grace And learn to pardon my own mistakes As I would toward the one I loved. -k.r.r.

  • Flash Flood

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    A face full of rain Potential left diluted Steps become vapor Or consumed by the torrents White flash in your heart A deluge of emotions All swept by the storm -k.r.r.

  • An Artist’s Folly

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    Cease To do what the artist does Self-defeating, self-glamorizing, self-regarding As if you ought to pay attention To the mockery of man. -k.r.r.