Some poetry
So, yeah. I haven't posted for a while, I know. I haven't really had much to write, life continues apace. I won tickets to a concert on the radio, I tried a little bit of dating (didn't work out too well), I got a tattoo... I don't feel like my life has been exciting in the slightest, though maybe that's because the summers in Phoenix are rapidly sapping my will to live.
I have, however, written a shit-ton lately, and I'm going to be posting it. In the interest of sparing your friend list the spam that would occur otherwise, I'm going to post them over the next few days. Your feedback, as always, is welcome
a well of light
softly flowing through my window
pooling on the floor until I wake (what?)
Consciousness brings shock, horror, and frustration
until I see the moon
this night's waking dream has begun
the darkness calls my name, each zephyr whispering an invitation (walk with me)
I walk in this world between night and day
sleep and waking
apathy and frustration
the dividing line always calls to me
dreams break on my mind as waves upon the shoals
hopes and wants dancing in my mind like will-o-the-wisps
visible until I look at them
each step takes me farther from my home (where is home?)
and closer to my answer (what am I asking?)
sometimes I wonder, in this starlit panorama, if I am really here (where else would I be?)
or if, between one step and the next, suddenly I will find myself in my bed
it feels so surreal
every step, a thought (this is my life)
each thought, a desire (I want something more)
each desire, a resignation (this is where I am)
each resignation, a resolve (I will move on)
each resolve, broken. (here I still am)
broken, as I am not
humbled, bent under my own yoke
absolutely
but never fractured, never scattered to the winds
the wind picks up, carrying the scent of the desert
somewhere a bird sings
one piercing sound, distant and untraceable (what do you look like?)
a link to reality
I drift back to the ground
as I feel my feet landing
the maelstrom in my head continues
back to the arms of the moon
one thought chases another without respite (some day, some day, some day)
but she holds me to her, stroking my brow with cool light
softly whispering comforts to me (sleep, tonight will end)
sleep comes again (I don't want to think)
blessedly ( )
Written in a mid-morning fugue, it was. I can't remember feeling this way but I found this poem in the morning.
I have, however, written a shit-ton lately, and I'm going to be posting it. In the interest of sparing your friend list the spam that would occur otherwise, I'm going to post them over the next few days. Your feedback, as always, is welcome
a well of light
softly flowing through my window
pooling on the floor until I wake (what?)
Consciousness brings shock, horror, and frustration
until I see the moon
this night's waking dream has begun
the darkness calls my name, each zephyr whispering an invitation (walk with me)
I walk in this world between night and day
sleep and waking
apathy and frustration
the dividing line always calls to me
dreams break on my mind as waves upon the shoals
hopes and wants dancing in my mind like will-o-the-wisps
visible until I look at them
each step takes me farther from my home (where is home?)
and closer to my answer (what am I asking?)
sometimes I wonder, in this starlit panorama, if I am really here (where else would I be?)
or if, between one step and the next, suddenly I will find myself in my bed
it feels so surreal
every step, a thought (this is my life)
each thought, a desire (I want something more)
each desire, a resignation (this is where I am)
each resignation, a resolve (I will move on)
each resolve, broken. (here I still am)
broken, as I am not
humbled, bent under my own yoke
absolutely
but never fractured, never scattered to the winds
the wind picks up, carrying the scent of the desert
somewhere a bird sings
one piercing sound, distant and untraceable (what do you look like?)
a link to reality
I drift back to the ground
as I feel my feet landing
the maelstrom in my head continues
back to the arms of the moon
one thought chases another without respite (some day, some day, some day)
but she holds me to her, stroking my brow with cool light
softly whispering comforts to me (sleep, tonight will end)
sleep comes again (I don't want to think)
blessedly ( )
Written in a mid-morning fugue, it was. I can't remember feeling this way but I found this poem in the morning.