I was blankly away
Written 10/21/20 at 12:37am
Finished 1/2/21 at 10:29pm
Every civil soul’s worse fear is to
Drown in an endless fountain of pure and seemingly infinite dread.
I once read
That no two spirits are alike.
Reality and fantasy become
Blurred lines for so many,
And it always seems easier to try
To just secretly escape it all.
It’s hard not truly
Being appalled at any and everything,
As if it were brand spanking new.
As if it weren’t already brewing in the dense background long before now.
Anyone would be rightfully floored!
That is at least…
Until they learn to just keep pressing forward,
Across growth’s dangerously fatal yet serene and deceiving borders.
If you’re in over the crown of your precious little head,
You can and will surely drown prior to coming forth. …
Written 10/20/20 at 9:13pm
Time and time again, I plead to my heart,
Wishing it wasn’t the dramatic bitter end.
Nothing left amongst the broken foundation
To ever make real amends.
Once the bond of trust was shattered for us,
It all became more reminiscent of a musty old college T-shirt
With remnants of a scent now missed,
Only special enough to be remembered by us.
I was pissed upon the initial realization of it all!
The resounding feeling of how small it truly made me feel.
The harshness of what I’d endured thinking that I could just love it all away,
Or, at least, back to the false sense of normality from the beginning.
Despite this, never once going astray from what I felt love truly should be.
Maybe it was me. …
Written 9/16/20 at 10:23am
I adored the chill of the cool, crisp air
As it lightly wafted through my reddish-brown hair.
Aromatic pumpkin spice and warm pudding bowls of white rice.
Fresh ground coffee beans sting my nostrils.
A toasty kitchen, by means of a heated oven.
The revered women of my family bustling around
As if running a secret coven.
Ingredients littered the countertops.
It was heavenly to me.
Where my memories wildly roam free,
And sometimes get the best of me.
The apple trees outside of the window,
Inspire the reminiscent crescendos of
My name being called. …
Written 8/7/2020 Before Labor Day
-Today was another day that could count as one of the worst days of my life.-
Barely floating with my head above the surface
Of dark yet calm waters, I ponder
What the warmer oceans may feel like.
With romantic impulses instead of anxious fright.
Ones that aren’t barren and frozen over.
I lost my best friend today along with
More than I could ever imagine.
It’s such a tragic time of today for all.
I write to document the webbed array
Of chaotic madness
And the escapable sadness
That lingers as a result.
I’m alone but it took until now for…