It aint hard To sit pretty on the window sill Taking in breath Taking in the moment Listening to rhythmic music And the cars passing by But America’s sworn enemy is quiet And wisdom her bane I struggle to find this moment To meet myself To meet my pain. The cat lies under a sunbeamContinue reading “Rest”
Category Archives: Works
You Bite your Lip
You talk with your relative once a month. Write it down in your imaginary notebook: The advice, the lies, and the grievances. He says that the sky bleeds in the afternoon, And that the rich poison your bread With carbon dioxide. You bite your lip not for words unsaid, But because they’re chapped and youContinue reading “You Bite your Lip”
How I Write Poetry (sometimes)
So, there’s a dimension lodged between a fold in my brain matter. It is a wild, untamed land that can at one moment be a boundless void, and at another, a dense jungle. Like something between Jumanji and Narnia, it has as many manifestations and descriptors as the art that is birthed from that internalContinue reading “How I Write Poetry (sometimes)”
It is Fragile
It is fragile.The paper barrier between flesh and air.The wind cuts through it like razorsAnd the beasts of the field stomp it down to mere dust They are fragile.The veins who transport life.The wine is spilledInto marrowIf the wine goes bad,then the the heart does tooFor it cannot tell blood from poison It is fragileTheContinue reading “It is Fragile”
If the Soul is an Anthill
I am made of staticA group of Infinitesimally small points on a three-dimensional gridAs I watched ants blanket the edge of the sidewalkI came to this conclusion Their rank and file were knotted up in a juncture between cement cracksI could not find room for a soul within that massNor the mass of my ownContinue reading “If the Soul is an Anthill”
IIII
I scraped at the bottom of the barrel To find inspiration for tomorrow Instead, I found a place to sit Where the speaking ones won’t bother Closed the lid Only opened it when i ran out of air From the Author I’m an INFP- for those who care. I’ve been realizing more and more everyContinue reading “IIII”
Critical Mass
The social debt incurred by our worldHad reached critical mass ages ago. We waited too long and the interest compoundedNow we can’t even afford to pay the first installment The bill keeps showing up at the houseThe balance growing larger If we paid with our souls, like the fathers didit’d barely cover the interestAnd tomorrowContinue reading “Critical Mass”
Quiet Evening
God is a spiritWho speaks to those who refrain.When the soul weeps,He leans in to listenAnd speaks salves to our wound. But those who learn to quiet the WorldWill mistake their own voices for Its words When it’s a song about quietA poem without wordsA dance in the rain when the rain is hail It’sContinue reading “Quiet Evening”
Tanka
I travelled a road bearing abundant branches Its leaves were valleys each sung with melancholy It was a light, peaceful song From the Author This is my attempt at a “Tanka.” This style of poetry originates in Japan- a culture which i have always been facinated by. Along with haiku, I very much like thisContinue reading “Tanka”
My Obligatory Poem about Depression
*An interactive poem* I’ve been a sad person for my whole lifeAnd I know the workings of being sad.The hum and droneand persistent diminuendo. *reader, please take a deep sigh- for immersion* You know,I’m come so farIn the war of attrition with the rival in my mind. I’ve learned to stay saneBy repeating mantras ofContinue reading “My Obligatory Poem about Depression”
