I'm sorry.
My words have abandoned me And I am as vast and empty as a cloudless sky (Perhaps the winds will change tomorrow.) It's kinda funny--at the beginning of this month, I was still on summer break - Atlas
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Sometimes, I do not sing for joy
Sometimes I sing So that I am not afraid of the silence The hollow emptiness That follows like a chill clinging to your skin. This feels more like a fragment of a poem than a fully finished one but that's ok too I think - Atlas The ground falls from beneath my feet
In interesting ways (A jerk, a shudder, a sudden drop) Somehow I'm never quite ready for it Even when I see it coming. Does this make sense? Who knows - Atlas Power is not being able to defeat your enemies
And accomplish your goals with ease all at once Power is paralysis Knowing that sometimes there's no right choice And the consequences Of everything you do Are entirely On you Freedom is easy but accountability is harder - Atlas Moments
Like rain Falling on my skin Resting for the smallest of eternities Before time and gravity become too much And it rolls away Leaving small trails behind. Moments Like rain Falling, always falling. At least I kinda like the end of the poem - Atlas You were as bright as a morning star
On a foggy evening-- That is to say; Absent When I needed you the most. At least this one feels more original - Atlas I hope you fall in love with your life
With the little joys And disappointments It's all so fleeting So easy to miss This feels unfinished somehow. Hmm - Atlas You were kind
And you were brave And stubborn And you were dangerous Because you always believed That you were right There I go, throwing stones in glass houses again - Atlas Sometimes, the truth is big words
Multisyllabic, something that came from Latin or Greek With nuanced meanings That sometimes don't mean what you are trying to say. Sometimes, the truth is small words Short and clunky Clipped And loaded with meaning. No matter how it's spoken clumsily or with grace The truth will lift a burden from your shoulders In the moment Before the consequences come. This went in a lot of different directions - Atlas Sometimes I am tentatively fine
When something breaks But deep breaths and a fresh perspective hold things together It feels fragile, Almost But still okay. Not the most poem-y poem but it is what it is I guess - Atlas |
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