a big wave washed by
its crashing sound afar now faint
golden yolk of a sun arises towards the sky
redeeming its former glory
grateful to have a footing on the earth again
ready for a gleeful rumble and tumble
hoping to smile more again
10.10.2022
come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
I don’t know what it is I am feeling now
it feels as though my chest is hollow
sinking deeper into the eath
waves of regrets awash me
inevitability and inescapability weighs on me
horn blows, the final call of the day.
I hesitate a little, wondering if I should leave.
it appears there’s nothing holding me here
then I glimpse at the child, one I used to know
there was something, like a saying or promise
but I can’t seem to remember.
I wonder what it is. I wonder if it still matters.
a little longer, if I am free to do so.
just a bit longer, if I may.
10.9.2022
when there’s fire growing in you,
be aware of where it is directing you
with fierce momentum,
you may actually be heading towards a wall
and when you hit the wall
euphoria, thrill, and energy all will dissipate
memories of bravado and chivalry
all but a blip in the realm of infinite desert
be aware of where the fire brings you
and pray that prudence will safeguard you
10.7.2022
sitting here in my chair
reading your notifications
as jazz music flows in earbuds
in this silent dark night
I start noticing
tiny little bits of light
building in my chest
I realized it was a reflection
of light from everywhere
it is still a dark night
and I embraced all of these light
with gratitude
and a vow to pay it forward
10.6.2022
I opened my door,
and let the crisp fall breeze enter the room.
I saw the sky was mild blue empty of clouds
I knew not what lied over the horizon
but I knew I must start walking
I took a step.
it was cold, shriveling my skin
but I took another step
because I knew I had to.
I tried to look up at the sky
hoping to see the moon and the stars
because I knew I had to move.
I took another step.
10.3.2022
I thought your message was clear
like an echo bouncing from mountains
when I shout a call for a meeting;
empty, and no chance of ever seeing again
so it’s an unexpected surprise,
when there is a blazing trail of messages
laid out to read, but these are illegible
please, give me something, something clear
I’ve been shouting all this time
now my voice is harsh and heart is vulnerable
please show the sign to this eyes,
and I’ll make your time worth it.
10.1.2022
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