Folly of friendship
Trading a future for hardship
Listening to plans
Holding my tongue
Engaging in the behavior that breaks
Anxiety and setbacks
Suckered by compassion
Month: April 2018
Love’s considerations
Apple blossoms
Tears fall as rain to dry earth
Happy for your joy
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Life under the vent
Chill bleeds into blood
Ice swirls in veins
Skin shivers hoping to generate warmth
Just expending energy on a lost cause
Oh, arctic wind, why do you torment me?!
Thank you office coat
You save me from frostbite
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Split tongue sibilance
Wild frenetic
Anger, rage and despair
Whirl like the Tasmanian devil
Lies and half truths
Spoken as if they were whole
What point
Getting what you want
As if I’m a fool to never see
Everything is revealed eventually
No secret
Is buried forever
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April problems
Poetry month is basically hollowing me out. Like it does every year. And because I started late it will go into a few days in May. So I’m just blanking on things to write about. I stopped writing about my confusion and pain on a particular subject because it was hurting someone I care about. I have a truly hard time with private. I’m completely open. No off limit topics in my public and private life except in those places where I am bound by personal oaths and legal obligations. So people wanting things private is really hard for me. Because secrets stress me out. I deal for awhile but then there are problems. I’ve had enough secrets that I hate them and I won’t do it. Not for long anyway.
But regardless, I am having real troubles with these last few days.
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Sleep colored glass
Fragments of cold air
Wind blows the turning leaf, south
Arms hold, warmth of her
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Plaque colored choices
His screams surface
Feather kisses escaping as quiet words
Giving up on the things he loves
All this time
Left to contemplate the infinite
Looking into the abyss
Too close to the precipice
Feet slipping towards the edge
Remembrances of what was
As the new slips into place
Builds a fresh despair
Living without hope of joy
Giving up
When perceived obsession gives way
And all that was
Is destroyed
Rather than keep
These last minutes
Of life
Contemplating a future
Without a tomorrow
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Slipshod design
The truth of the world is its all a slow burn
Pointless existence
Scrabbling for the next reason
Seeking anchors to tether
An unquiet soul
But we’re not built for this isolation
It all overwhelms
Until the only choice is shutdown
Or narrow
Making small what was once
Limitless
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It’ll all get better
Dreams are liars
Pain the only truth
Steps forward
Steps back
No difference between this and
Oscillate
Fake meaning for fake lives
Eat sharp intake of breathe
Waiting for the sun
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Binary solution set
People forget
They forget what I’ve said
They forget their promises
They forget what they’ve asked of me
What luxury
To live in a world of forget
What decadence
To discard one set of rules for another
It must be nice
To determine that one code no longer works
And to choose another
More convenience than I am capable of
Maybe that is for the best
Pelgris 