What’s the point
If the point
Keeps dragging it’s
Feet
In different directions
From a renewal of fears
To insurrections
Closure and curfew
What will this do
If we can’t make it
To the next day
What’s the Point
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Tag Archives: Words
Salty Spell
I have been under a salty
Spell
Longing for the ocean
Wide and calm
To soothe my fear
To take away the dread
Of what happens
Every single
Day
A Glorious Thaw
A glorious thaw
I set for late spring
When all the trees
Breathe in
The air they left in the fall
When the leaves fell
So they can come back
In full summer bloom
Very very
Soon
Abaft
Abaft
Are the memories
Of life on a boat
In the middle of the ocean
That is what I remember now
Through the waves
And slow going
Absurd Transport
It was just a bus ride
Or was it
Not
It ended in a wreck
A quick turn
Before the bus could yield
In the field of traffic
But it happened
So quick
A panic
Set in my bones
We were all together
But yet deftly alone
It happens in a split second
Not a moment wasted
As my life passed by me
And my eye were hastened on the
Emergency bar
Which broke my fall
In one moment
I could see them all
A Befitting Future
What lies ahead
Is a sturdy plank
Of hopes
But what could disrupt
This steady vision
Is a different interpretation
Of the times
We are in
When Silver Linings Cut
When the hope
Cuts deeper than the passing of time
The in between haunting
That will float in our minds
I will bleach my eyes
Until the white is all that is left
So that when the hope comes back
I can wrap my bandages
And walk out into the open
Street
Toxic Infinity
Where does it stop
I am sick of toxic masculinity
But by being publicly stated
I feel I am going to be castrated
To firmly believe that not all men are bad
That is with those same broad
Strokes of generalism
That humanity has done it’s most heinous work
Under such infirmity
To instruct the world to hate
With such fervent stride
So with my beliefs
By my side
Each man is different
As I want the best for my wife
My family
I hope that we can understand
The differences that make each person
Beautiful
Rather than
Hateful
Compare the Light
Compare the light
To the nighttime
Floating feelings
That I have when
Sleeping through
The morning
Gleaned Pages
Pulled from the sources
All around my fingers
There is a place that I fall back into
A smooth character
Of flat wood
Agonizing over every detail
Holding on to a world I
Barely know
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