poetry
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Sometimes I don’t know what I live for
And I do wonder if I will lose my words some day. Hopefully, it’ll be intentional. Some may take me as a fool for wanting such simplicity in life. Why would she build up something so big and then leave it all behind? Why not? See our problem is we…
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I was
I was gonna write something I was supposed to clean my altar I was going to talk to You today I was gonna go to the gym I was going to read my book I was gonna lay down. Instead I almost tripped you you were mad—–for whatever reason I…
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The world is burning and I’m in love
The world is burning and I’m in love. What else can I do? I’m in love with the world, those around, and the non-existent. What else can I say? How can I learn not to drown in this illusion of life? I see myself slip-slipping into infinite pools of slumbering…
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It takes something else to get me out of whatever
It takes something else to get me out of whatever. I’m on the train listening to the nothings people ask so much about. The worlds going by while everyone tries to ignore each other. I hate to repeat myself over the years but I wish I wrote more. I wonder…
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I write this to you coming from deep within the woods of my soul
Is it real? I may not know. I am tired of thinking I know everything about myself and what I want. I don’t and I probably never will. This is why I don’t trust myself with things like this. I am here withering away all that I took as reality.…