where is the beginning and where is the end?
what does it mean to be healthy & normal?
when is the time to stop waiting?
how is a survival different from living?
who is to decide what is right and wrong?
why are we not talking now?
7.13.2020
Tag: Poetry
Pace
when is this lull going to end?
it’s as if it’s a great secret
when things will pick up to a
pace when we used to race.
7.12.2020
Cut
is time an incessant thing like Mobeus’s ribbon?
are we taking for granted how straight of a timeline we live on?
what reward should wait behind the door, no one knows yet. until we reach the destination.
7.12.2020
Count
count your blessings
for you will only experience
a new memory by tomorrow
who knows what the new memory
shall bring.
7.10.2020
Swing
When I opened my eyes, I smiled
because the sun light reminded me
of the morning we bathed together
in the warm streams of sunrise
When I breathed fresh air, I smiled
because the atmosphere is as true
as it had been when I struggled
with bone-numbing loneliness
When I took a walk outside, I smiled
for I was free to roam, not bound by
morphed cage I imagined myself
to be tethered to.
I supposed I smiled quite often.
7.8.2020
Recall
every time before I ly my head to my pillow
I dream a tomorrow of excellence
every morning my consciousness awake
I grimace at my own conscience
of yesterday
7.7.2020
Fool
perhaps I may be a fool,
but I would like to be one
that can carry the world
on his back.
perhaps I may be a fool,
but let me lead these people
who need someone to follow
into a haven first.
perhaps I may be a fool,
but in my humble heart
I hum a song of hope
for one day to love.
7.6.2020
Language
language is your home, I realized
after having wandered a bit too far
from a place I used to call home
these codes weaves in squiggly lines
are soaked with scents of someone’s skin,
freshness in a breeze, and warmth of a smile
I cried alone in a dark kitchen
as I stared into bones of this chicken
I realized how bony it has become
just like the language I used to know.
7.5.2020
Torch
you may find your memory fizzling away
into sparkling joy of champagne
bursting glee of fireworks
but keep that candle light glow
it will slowly begin to grow
7.4.2020
Color
have you realized that color blue
can be as scorching hot to someone as
someone who’s been holding an icecube
7.3.2020
Ralph with Coffee 
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