Poetry

:time:

how much we have how much we waste of all that we are given so much is used in haste. i’m too busy, i have no time: these are fruitless useless words. do you not realize: we have the ability to take control, to rule the sands of time rather than be governed by them […]

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Proof

For years I would toil away at work, unsure why, by an inner force real, not real but there. A hunger perhaps? Maybe. A strong work ethic? Yes, absolutely. For what better way, than through self-induced fury to challenge the mind and seize life’s passion, to prove that you are alive.

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enem me

misplaced, forgotten sometimes that’s how I feel. As if i’m missing me and where I’m supposed to be, right here right now. me. Today the sun shone down, caught me off guard. On this day my mind’s drifting along, unaware. Suddenly shaken awake, forced to see: I’m floating in space. One moment disrupts my oblivion, […]

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timing and logic

LOGIC, the lack thereof anxious to move forward frustrated by time standing still I push him, urge him, ask him may we go shopping for a bed so you can sleep soundly in your own space me in mine a rebuttal is all i get he wants to go on a Saturday he wants to […]

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