two poems written on course in da woods while stoking poetic coals... waiting to burn again
i am the hero i want and need
i come from the dreams, analyzations and idealizations i wanted to build a world upon
i hear my younger self askin me why things arent the way they used to be or seemed to be..
i see myself acting in ways i never expected - but i hoped for
i want more that you can have at one time because you have to share it
i am the hero i want and need.. .and i am just now learning how to really show up
i pretend like i know all about this life thing, and history behind me and my decisions ain't too bad.. but i feel like some things, you just can't control
i touch on my hopes and dreams everyday, because i couldn't live if i didn't
i wouldn't have a reason to. i worry about losing it, or giving up.
i cry when i feel helpless, i feel helpless often, i feel capable often, i don't know what to do with that.
i am the hero i want and need
i understand that this is all just learning
i say my dreams aloud to make them real, and not just thoughts i forget or can see through
i dream daily of how i can really make the most of mixing dreams and realities
i try my best, honestly
i am the hero i want and need.
-----
so much of who many people will ever be, is who they could be (not necessarily who they are)
i'm hints of everything
strong aromas of familiarity
tones of sincerity
flavors of joy, hope, originality and connection
i am connection, glue
i'm sticky thick strong wet and free
when i'm dry
or too spread out
i die, barely me enough to stick to anything
let alone stick two things together
it's obvious when i'm not there
to keep me substantial, good and messy
i need
trees
water
fire
opportunities to create and inspire
i do my best work when given the opportunity to
i can't be ordered to do anything i can't
i weaken when left out to dry
i harden
especially when i am used and left open
helpless to close and protect my own warm succulently sticky innards
i pick up all these things, and get covered with ideas, thoughts, words, love joy and pain that float around
i can keep groups of unlike people, places and things in the same place but not contained
i can think of
i will always be glue
i will continue to do what i do
no matter how little there left
one drop of me will attempt the same bold feats as a gluey mess of me
some will tip me over and attempt to pour me out vigorously
i'll look full when i'm not
my contents filling up the opaque walls
but when you set me alone
i'll settle and pool
and the bottle will begin to look more full
with all my powers concentrated
you'll see all i am
i will no longer be spreading myself far and wide
to squeeze just a drop from a distant manipulated hole
the image of me will reflect
the power of creation
and the ability to connec
i come from the dreams, analyzations and idealizations i wanted to build a world upon
i hear my younger self askin me why things arent the way they used to be or seemed to be..
i see myself acting in ways i never expected - but i hoped for
i want more that you can have at one time because you have to share it
i am the hero i want and need.. .and i am just now learning how to really show up
i pretend like i know all about this life thing, and history behind me and my decisions ain't too bad.. but i feel like some things, you just can't control
i touch on my hopes and dreams everyday, because i couldn't live if i didn't
i wouldn't have a reason to. i worry about losing it, or giving up.
i cry when i feel helpless, i feel helpless often, i feel capable often, i don't know what to do with that.
i am the hero i want and need
i understand that this is all just learning
i say my dreams aloud to make them real, and not just thoughts i forget or can see through
i dream daily of how i can really make the most of mixing dreams and realities
i try my best, honestly
i am the hero i want and need.
-----
so much of who many people will ever be, is who they could be (not necessarily who they are)
i'm hints of everything
strong aromas of familiarity
tones of sincerity
flavors of joy, hope, originality and connection
i am connection, glue
i'm sticky thick strong wet and free
when i'm dry
or too spread out
i die, barely me enough to stick to anything
let alone stick two things together
it's obvious when i'm not there
to keep me substantial, good and messy
i need
trees
water
fire
opportunities to create and inspire
i do my best work when given the opportunity to
i can't be ordered to do anything i can't
i weaken when left out to dry
i harden
especially when i am used and left open
helpless to close and protect my own warm succulently sticky innards
i pick up all these things, and get covered with ideas, thoughts, words, love joy and pain that float around
i can keep groups of unlike people, places and things in the same place but not contained
i can think of
i will always be glue
i will continue to do what i do
no matter how little there left
one drop of me will attempt the same bold feats as a gluey mess of me
some will tip me over and attempt to pour me out vigorously
i'll look full when i'm not
my contents filling up the opaque walls
but when you set me alone
i'll settle and pool
and the bottle will begin to look more full
with all my powers concentrated
you'll see all i am
i will no longer be spreading myself far and wide
to squeeze just a drop from a distant manipulated hole
the image of me will reflect
the power of creation
and the ability to connec